The Portrait (Stanley Kunitz Poem)
My mother never forgave my father for killing himself, especially at such an awkward time and in a public park, ...
My mother never forgave my father for killing himself, especially at such an awkward time and in a public park, ...
I caught rumours of some internal hearing then you appeared with tears squeezing your eyes, hands scrunched up like a ...
As though it were reluctant to be day, .......Morning deploys a scale .......Of rarities in gray, And winter settles down ...
My God, I heard this day, That none doth build a stately habitation, But he that means to dwell therein. ...
to the memory of my friend SI-YA-U, whose head was cut off in Shanghai A CLAIM Renowned Leonardo's world-famous "La ...
Off in the basement beyond the cellar stairway in the mist of the dust the harbingers of time Within the ...
Three nails sit, quietly on the top of the cabinet next to the stack, bible, devotionals, reading to do, by ...
Haunting, warming color amethyst glass, showing itself out of the dirt at the bottle dump Sitting pristine in the corner ...
You were my first love Gone when I was thirteen On May Day, your day. Your smiling face and the ...
Tra-la-la-la-la-la-laire-nil nisi divinum stabile est; caetera fumus-the gondola stopped, the old palace was there, how charming its grey and pink-goats ...
I sing the Name which None can say But touch't with An interiour Ray: The Name of our New Peace; ...
SANDBOX MINUS JOHN DILLINGER EQUALS WHAT? Often I return to the cover of Trout Fishing in America. I took the ...
WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA PEACE In San Francisco around Easter time last year, they had a trout fishing ...
SEA, SEA RIDER The man who owned the bookstore was not magic. He was not a three-legged crow on the ...
WORSEWICK Worsewick Hot Springs was nothing fancy. Somebody put some boards across the creek. That was it. The boards dammed ...
Who was too Freely Moved to Tears, and thereby ruined his Political Career Lord Lundy from his earliest years Was ...
Soule of my soule! my Joy, my crown, my friend! A name which all the rest doth comprehend; How happy ...
Soule of my soule! my Joy, my crown, my friend! A name which all the rest doth comprehend; How happy ...
All summer we moved in a villa brimful of echos, Cool as the pearled interior of a conch. Bells, hooves, ...
Clora come view my Soul, and tell Whether I have contriv'd it well. Now all its several lodgings lye Compos'd ...
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