Lines Written In The Fannie Farmer Cookbook (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
You won't become a gourmet* cook By studying our Fannie's book-- Her thoughts on Food & Keeping House Are scarcely ...
You won't become a gourmet* cook By studying our Fannie's book-- Her thoughts on Food & Keeping House Are scarcely ...
Days that cannot bring you near or will not, Distance trying to appear something more obstinate, argue argue argue with ...
For Louise Crane In your next letter I wish you'd say where you are going and what you are doing; ...
The still explosions on the rocks, the lichens, grow by spreading, gray, concentric shocks. They have arranged to meet the ...
See her come bearing down, a tidy craft! Gaily her topsails bulge, her sidelights burn! There's jigging in her rigging ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
Good-bye, good-bye to Summer! For Summer's nearly done; The garden smiling faintly, Cool breezes in the sun; Our Thrushes now ...
Now Autumn's fire burns slowly along the woods, And day by day the dead leaves fall and melt, And night ...
Adieu to Belashanny! where I was bred and born; Go where I may, I'll think of you, as sure as ...
I heard the dogs howl in the moonlight night; I went to the window to see the sight; All the ...
O lesson well and wisely taught Stay with me to the last, That all my life may better be For ...
We are sending you, dear flowers Forth alone to die, Where your gentle sisters may not weep O'er the cold ...
Long ago in a poultry yard One dull November morn, Beneath a motherly soft wing A little goose was born. ...
Thistledown in prison sings: Bright shines the summer sun, Soft is the summer air; Gayly the wood-birds sing, Flowers are ...
A little kingdom I possess where thoughts and feelings dwell, And very hard I find the task of governing it ...
From our happy home Through the world we roam One week in all the year, Making winter spring With the ...
Little shadows, little shadows Dancing on the chamber wall, While I sit beside the hearthstone Where the red flames rise ...
See they come, post haste from Thanet, Lovely couple, side by side; They've left behind them Richard Kennet With the ...
Miss Lloyd has now sent to Miss Green, As, on opening the box, may be seen, Some years of a ...
And I grew up in patterned tranquillity, In the cool nursery of the young century. And the voice of man ...
Far, far from here, The Adriatic breaks in a warm bay Among the green Illyrian hills; and there The sunshine ...
Glion?--Ah, twenty years, it cuts All meaning from a name! White houses prank where once were huts. Glion, but not ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
Come, dear children, let us away; Down and away below! Now my brothers call from the bay, Now the great ...
I mind me in the days departed, How often underneath the sun With childish bounds I used to run To ...
I thought once how Theocritus had sung Of the sweet years, the dear and wished-for years, Who each one in ...
I am like, They tell me, my dear father. Broader brows Howbeit, upon a slenderer undergrowth Of delicate ...
The woman singeth at her spinning-wheel A pleasant chant, ballad or barcarole; She thinketh of her song, upon the whole, ...
Let the world's sharpness, like a clasping knife, Shut in upon itself and do no harm In this close hand ...
I Love me Sweet, with all thou art, Feeling, thinking, seeing; Love me in the lightest part, Love me in ...
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