Going Back to School (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
The boat ploughed on. Now Alcatraz was past And all the grey waves flamed to red again At the dead ...
The boat ploughed on. Now Alcatraz was past And all the grey waves flamed to red again At the dead ...
WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA PEACE In San Francisco around Easter time last year, they had a trout fishing ...
'All virtues enter into this world:') A Buddhist, doused in the street, serenely burned. The Secretary of State for War, ...
If we sang in the wood (and Death is a German expert) while snows flies, chill, after so frequent knew ...
There's a palace in Florence, the world knows well, And a statue watches it from the square, And this story ...
A MIDDLE-AGE INTERLUDE. ROSA MUNDI; SEU, FULCITE ME FLORIBUS. A CONCEIT OF MASTER GYSBRECHT, CANON-REGULAR OF SAID JODOCUS-BY-THE-BAR, YPRES CITY. ...
There's a palace in Florence, the world knows well, And a statue watches it from the square, And this story ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
I. It is a lie---their Priests, their Pope, Their Saints, their ... all they fear or hope Are lies, ...
Morning, evening, noon and night, ``Praise God!; sang Theocrite. Then to his poor trade he turned, Whereby the daily meal ...
I Oh Galuppi, Baldassaro, this is very sad to find! I can hardly misconceive you; it would prove me deaf ...
George was lying in his trailer, flat on his back, watching a small portable T.V. His dinner dishes were undone, ...
For Robert Lowell This is the time of year when almost every night the frail, illegal fire balloons appear. Climbing ...
Now, when the moon slid under the cloud And the cold clear dark of starlight fell, He heard in his ...
You read-what is it, then that you are reading? What music moves so silently in your mind? Your bright hand ...
Round white clouds roll slowly above the housetops, Over the clear red roofs they flow and pass. A flock of ...
Once upon a time, in the land of Hush-A-Bye, Around about the wondrous days of yore, They came across a ...
In the burned house I am eating breakfast. You understand: there is no house, there is no breakfast, yet here ...
The Argument. Rintrah roars & shakes his fires in the burdend air; Hungry clouds swag on the deep Once meek, ...
There are sketches on the walls of men and women and ducks, and outside a large green bus swerves through ...
ah, christ, what a CREW: more poetry, always more P O E T R Y . if it doesn't come, ...
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