The Great Adventure of Max Breuck (Amy Lowell Poem)
1 A yellow band of light upon the street Pours from an open door, and makes a wide Pathway of ...
1 A yellow band of light upon the street Pours from an open door, and makes a wide Pathway of ...
The little boy pressed his face against the window-pane and looked out at the bright sunshiny morning. The cobble-stones of ...
'Dockery was junior to you, Wasn't he?' said the Dean. 'His son's here now.' Death-suited, visitant, I nod. 'And do ...
Quarterly, is it, money reproaches me: 'Why do you let me lie here wastefully? I am all you never had ...
Leafy-with-love banks and the green waters of the canal Pouring redemption for me, that I do The will of God, ...
Homage Kenneth Koch If I were doing my Laundry I'd wash my dirty Iran I'd throw in my United States, ...
It was the incongruity the foreign color, out of place sand camouflage on the Humvee merging with me, on the ...
Sugar cookies, candy canes, Christmas trees, snow men, stars, ginger bread men, spirals, bells, all cartoon confections festooned my newest ...
Hanging on for dear life, even at thirty, she must have regretted her choice to perch on the edge of ...
Broad smile in my soul as parka was replaced with a polo And white on white with greens and garish ...
I saw her for a split second driving down Canal toward home off to the left almost over my shoulder ...
Anastasia and the sad snow falling a toiling sky and a long white line of hills a distant birthplace short ...
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
According to Culture Shock: A Guide to Customs and Etiquette of Filipinos, when my husband says yes, he could also ...
For more than a billion years we've been nearly out of water; sincerely, a need repeatedly exposed in calamitous reports ...
I The roaring of Te Whaiau intake weir intrudes as sleep eludes again to soar across the lake on white-tipped, ...
The gas was on in the Institute, The flare was up in the gym, A man was running a mineral ...
Je connais le d?sespoir dans ses grandes lignes. Le d?sespoir n'a pas d'ailes, il ne se tient pas n?cessairement ? ...
Windows pampered like princes always see what on occasion deigns to trouble us: the city that, time and again, where ...
For the seven lakes, and by no man these verses: Rain; empty river; a voyage, Fire from frozen cloud, heavy ...
The hands of the clock were reaching high In an old midtown hotel; I name no name, but its sordid ...
I was crushed between Altgeld and Armour. I lost many friends, much time and money Fighting for Altgeld whom Editor ...
--The Carpathian Frontier, October, 1968 --for my brother Once, in a foreign country, I was suddenly ill. I was driving ...
1 Dawn. First light tearing at the rough tongues of the zinnias, at the leaves of the just born. Today ...
Still sober, César Vallejo comes home and finds a black ribbon around the apartment building covering the front door. He ...
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