The Plains of Riverine (Anonymous Oceania Poems)
I have come to tell the glorious news you'll all be glad to hear,Of the pleasant alterations that are taking ...
I have come to tell the glorious news you'll all be glad to hear,Of the pleasant alterations that are taking ...
Mine dear Fritz: It shoost makes me feel plue Ven I get me dat letter you write, ...
1. Had the ham bone, had the lentils, Got to meat store for the salt pork, Got to grocery for ...
Gassing the woodchucks didn't turn out right. The knockout bomb from the Feed and Grain Exchange was featured as merciful, ...
There's just no accounting for happiness, or the way it turns up like a prodigal who comes back to the ...
Your bed's got two wrong sides. You life's all grouse. I let your phone-call take its dismal course: Ah can't ...
Is it the soup, or its making that soothes, bleeds stress, changes the mind, cutting through the cares of the ...
WHEN Cupid with his dart, would hearts assail, The rampart most secure is not the VEIL; A husband better will ...
As the sweet sweat of roses in a still, As that which from chafed musk-cats' pores doth trill, As the ...
A woman who loves a woman is forever young. The mentor and the student feed off each other. Many a ...
Your daisies have come on the day of my divorce: the courtroom a cement box, a gas chamber for the ...
Consider a girl who keeps slipping off, arms limp as old carrots, into the hypnotist's trance, into a spirit world ...
A woman who loves a woman is forever young. The mentor and the student feed off each other. Many a ...
JANE, Jane, Tall as a crane, The morning light creaks down again; Comb your cockscomb-ragged hair, Jane, Jane, come down ...
Zut! it's two o'clock. See! the lights are jumping. Finish up your bock, Time we all were humping. Waiters stack ...
I think I'll buy a little field, Though scant am I of pelf, And hold the hope that it may ...
A heap of wheat, says the Song of Songs but I've never seen wheat in a pile. Apples, potatoes, cabbages, ...
Among the market greens, a bullet from the ocean depths, a swimming projectile, I saw you, dead. All around you ...
I like walking on streets as black and wet as this one now, at two in the solemnly musical morning, ...
you've seen a strawberry that's had a struggle; yet was, where the fragments met, a hedgehog or a star- fish ...
On March 1, 1958, four deserters from the French Army of North Africa, August Rein, Henri Bruette, Jack Dauville, & ...
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