Buried At Springs (James Schuyler Poems)
There is a hornet in the roomand one of us will have to goout the window into the lateAugust midafternoon ...
There is a hornet in the roomand one of us will have to goout the window into the lateAugust midafternoon ...
Big John HenryThis here's a tale of a sho-nuff manWhut lived one time in the delta lan'His hand was big ...
It happened that sometimes I kissed in mirrors the reflection of my face, since the hands, face and tears of ...
As though the superior knifehad cut my clouds from the mountain topsdoes my immense and headless body hurl itself about,leaving ...
The willows carried a slow sound,A sarabande the wind mowed on the mead.I could never rememberThat seething, steady leveling of ...
The greens of the Ganges delta foliate.Of heartless youth made late aware he pled:Brownies, please come.To Henry in his sparest ...
On Egypt sleeping under sky of brassThe twain gazed wistfully from terrace high,And watched the Flood, through Delta rolling high,Toward ...
To make a perfect fish menu,The witches found they had to placeUpon this alcoholic baseGreat stacks of food and spices ...
boss i wentand interviewed the mummyof the egyptian pharaohin the metropolitan museumas you bade me to dowhat homy regal leatherfacesays ...
You are not beaten. The simple music rises up, children's voices in the air, sound floating out across the land ...
A butler asks, will Madam be having her morning coffee alfresco? If you would be so good as to lift ...
The greens of the Ganges delta foliate. Of heartless youth made late aware he pled: Brownies, please come. To Henry ...
Its silver clasp looks like a man grasping his hands above his head in victory; the latches, like twin hatchbacks ...
AMERICA always! Always our own feuillage! Always Florida's green peninsula! Always the priceless delta of Louisiana! Always the cotton-fields of ...
for Wendy Oliver, who knew him I am the sick animal you dream you are caring for In the long ...
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