The Transparent Man (Anthony Hecht Poem)
I'm mighty glad to see you, Mrs. Curtis, And thank you very kindly for this visit-- Especially now when all ...
I'm mighty glad to see you, Mrs. Curtis, And thank you very kindly for this visit-- Especially now when all ...
Hearing his call, speaking directly to me the love in his warm eyes they mean the world to me Walking ...
Rising from his knees, slowly for he had been in prayer, heavy deep, honest prayer petitioning the creator, for a ...
I saw a change, a difference; yes, there was still a hint of hesitance, that has been there for a ...
With these words, the majority opinion ends How sad, they are, how ignoble an assessment of failure on an awful ...
When I go rowing on the lake, I long to be a man; I'll give my Sunday frock to have ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
1 IN midnight sleep, of many a face of anguish, Of the look at first of the mortally wounded-of that ...
One Christmas was so much like another, in those years around the sea-town corner now and out of all sound ...
March wind rough Clashed the trees, Flung the snow; Breaking stones, In the cold, Germans slow Toiled and toiled; Arrowy ...
Can I, my friend, with thee condole?-- Can I conceive the woes that try men, When late repentance racks the ...
To Dawson Town came Percy Brown from London on the Thames. A pane of glass was in his eye, and ...
They told to Marie Antoinette: "The beggers at your gate Have eyes too sad for tears to wet, And for ...
No lyric line I ever penned The praise this parasitic bird; And what is more, I don't intend To write ...
"Carry your suitcase, Sir?" he said. I turned away to hide a grin, For he was shorter by a head ...
The sky is like an envelope, One of those blue official things; And, sealing it, to mock our hope, The ...
Gold! We leapt from our benches. Gold! We sprang from our stools. Gold! We wheeled in the furrow, fired with ...
A ray of sun strayed softly round, For something to caress, Until a resting place it found Of joy and ...
This was the woman; what now of the man? But pass him. If he comes beneath a heel, He shall ...
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