With Dickens (Henry Lawson Poems)
In Windsor Terrace, number four, I've taken my abode-A little crescent from the street, A bight from City Road;And, hard up and ...
In Windsor Terrace, number four, I've taken my abode-A little crescent from the street, A bight from City Road;And, hard up and ...
The brow of a horse in that moment whenThe horse is drinking water so deeply from a troughIt seems to ...
West Fifty-third was still Hell's Kitchenthe summer I first came to town,Eleventh Avenue was boarded up,the West Side Drive was ...
THE gentlemen of Dickens Were mostly very poor,And innocent of grammar, And of parentage obscure;But rich or poor or thriving, Of high or ...
It is 12:20 in New York a Fridaythree days after Bastille day, yesit is 1959 and I go get a ...
I became a criminal when I fell in love. Before that I was a waitress. I didn't want to go ...
Troubled slumbering of things, the curtain blown aside by the gush of the salty wind, the advent of the tide ...
She wakens early remembering her father rising in the dark lighting the stove with a match scraped on the floor. ...
The day comes slowly in the railyard behind the ice factory. It broods on one cinder after another until each ...
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