Scum O’ The Earth (Robert Haven Schauffler Poems)
IAt the gate of the West I stand,On the isle where the nations throng.We call them "scum o' the earth";Stay, ...
IAt the gate of the West I stand,On the isle where the nations throng.We call them "scum o' the earth";Stay, ...
If they hint, O Musician, the piece that you playedIs nought but a copy of Chopin or Spohr;That the ballad ...
Bygones cannot be bygones.Only streets and squareshave forgotten the smell of fire.Only fieldshave forgotten the taste of blood.Iron forsaken still ...
Take a young girl.Fill her with ice and ginshake it all up to make it androgynousAnd return her to her ...
What is sound, as standing for the world and the mind of man at any time, and in ...
Let's talk about love, that wonderful thing,Let's blend the scent of Venice with Paris in Spring,Let's gaze at that moon ...
The time is twilight and the season Spring. A soft moist air with odours of the soil Is tilled, and ...
The block of flats loomed towerlike.Two sweating athletes, human telpher,Were carrying up narrow stairs,As though a bell onto a belfry,As ...
In everything I seek to graspThe fundamental:The daily choice, the daily task,The sentimental.To plumb the essence of the past,The first ...
THE grass around my limbs is deep and sweet; Yonder the house has lost its shadow wholly, The blinds are ...
I'm mad about music,As mad as can be;There's no one much madderOn music than me.I'm nuts about Chopin,I'm crackers on ...
Between the visits to the shock ward The doctors used to let you play On the old upright Baldwin Donated ...
I ate pancakes one night in a Pancake House Run by a lady my age. She was gay. When I ...
Thou hast committed- Fornication: but that was in another country, And besides, the wench is dead. The Jew of Malta. ...
The great millennium is at hand. Redder apples grow on the tree. A saxophone is in ev'ry band. Brandy no ...
It pricks the arms like poison, knowing that some things, once chosen, are yours and that meanwhile the night comes ...
1 You, once a belle in Shreveport, with henna-colored hair, skin like a peachbud, still have your dresses copied from ...
Inscribed to the Memory of John Keats. Dear uplands, Chester's favorable fields, My large unjealous Loves, many yet one -- ...
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