The Refinery (Robert Pinsky Poems)
'. . . our language, forged in the dark bycenturies of violentpressure, underground,out of the stuff of dead life.'Thirsty and ...
'. . . our language, forged in the dark bycenturies of violentpressure, underground,out of the stuff of dead life.'Thirsty and ...
I remember the night my motherwas stung by a scorpion. Ten hoursof steady rain had driven himto crawl beneath a ...
1The kind of a man for you and me!He faces the world unflinchingly,And smites, as long as the wrong resists,With ...
MotherOh, what a heavy sigh! Dicky, are you ailing? DickyEven by this fireside, mother, My heart is failing.To-night across the down, Whistling and jolly,I ...
The tendrils of my soul are twinedWith thine, though many a mile apart.And thine in close coiled circuits windAround the ...
The tendrils of my soul are twinedWith thine, though many a mile apart.And thine in close coiled circuits windAround the ...
Babs Malone Now the squatters and the cockies, Shearers, trainers, and their jockeys Had gathered them together for a meeting ...
Sam Adamson, the driver, heFlung a bunch of waste to me."That's to keep your hands," he said,Then he turned and ...
I am a boxer, who does not inflict blows on the air,but I hit hard and straight at my own ...
I, having loved ever since I was a child a few things, never having waveredIn these affections; never through shyness ...
1 A yellow band of light upon the street Pours from an open door, and makes a wide Pathway of ...
As I left the Halls at Lumley, rose the vision of a comely Maid last season worshipped dumbly, watched with ...
with landbound legs a wish for the easy flow of a river - not the clambering up crags to seek ...
Sweet Auburn! loveliest village of the plain, Where health and plenty cheered the labouring swain, Where smiling spring its earliest ...
A RETURN TO THE COVER OF THIS BOOK Dear Trout Fishing in America: I met your friend Fritz in Washington ...
ANOTHER METHOD OF MAKING WALNUT CATSUP And this is a very small cookbook for Trout Fishing in America as if ...
THEY all climbed up on a high board-fence--- Nine little Goblins, with green-glass eyes--- Nine little Goblins that had no ...
My doctor, the comedian I called you every time and made you laugh yourself when I wrote this silly rhyme... ...
They hurried here, as soon as you had died, Their faces damp with haste and sympathy, And pressed my hand ...
I, having loved ever since I was a child a few things, never having wavered In these affections; never through ...
In borrowed boots which don't fit and an old olive greatcoat, I hunt the corn-fed rabbit, game fowl, squirrel, starved ...
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