The Quaker Graveyard in Nantucket (Robert Lowell Poem)
(For Warren Winslow, Dead At Sea) Let man have dominion over the fishes of the sea and the fowls of ...
(For Warren Winslow, Dead At Sea) Let man have dominion over the fishes of the sea and the fowls of ...
Unmanageable as history: these Followers of Tammuz to the land That offered no return, where dust Grew thick on every ...
1 You scream, waking from a nightmare. When I sleepwalk into your room, and pick you up, and hold you ...
1FROM THE NURSERY When I was born, you waited behind a pile of linen in the nursery, and when we ...
The dead child lay in the shroud, And the widow watched beside; And her mother slept, and the Channel swept ...
"Tout aux tavernes et aux filles." Suppose you screeve? or go cheap-jack? Or fake the broads? or fig a nag? ...
Oh, there are times When all this fret and tumult that we hear Do seem more stale than to the ...
Unhappy, poopy, smelly diapers the baby bottle in the crib. Was she drooling or talking, mumbling something, crawling in place. ...
Mary and Joseph strangers, journeying in his ancestral lands Finding shelter a humble stable alone and tired a feeding trough ...
Last night, my darling, as you slept, I thought I heard you sigh, And to your little crib I crept, ...
Now that they've got it settled whose I be, I'm going to tell them something they won't like: They've got ...
When three, he fished these lakes, Curled sleeping on a lip of rock, Crib blankets tucked from ants and fishbone ...
They let me in. I went right up to the nursery and climbed into the crib, and assumed the famous ...
Are they clinging to their crosses, F. E. Smith, Where the Breton boat-fleet tosses, Are they, Smith? Do they, fasting, ...
'NO VISITORS' I thumb the roller to and leans against the door. Comfortable in my horseblanket I prop on the ...
I A washing hangs upon the line, but it's not mine. None of the things that I can see belong ...
KILMARNOCK wabsters, fidge an' claw, An' pour your creeshie nations; An' ye wha leather rax an' draw, Of a' denominations; ...
I was fairly drunk when it began and I took out my bottle and used it along the way. I ...
(for Rona, Jeremy, Sam & Grace) All the lizards are asleep-- perched pagodas with tiny triangular tiles, each milky lid ...
Pure? What does it mean? The tongues of hell Are dull, dull as the triple Tongues of dull, fat Cerebus ...
Mother, mother, what ill-bred aunt Or what disfigured and unsightly Cousin did you so unwisely keep Unasked to my christening, ...
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