Passing Through (Stanley Kunitz Poem)
Nobody in the widow's household ever celebrated anniversaries. In the secrecy of my room I would not admit I cared ...
Nobody in the widow's household ever celebrated anniversaries. In the secrecy of my room I would not admit I cared ...
Twelve hundred million men are spread About this Earth, and I and You Wonder, when You and I are dead, ...
Tail turned to red sunset on a juniper crown a lone magpie cawks. Mad at Oryoki in the shrine-room -- ...
Last nite I dreamed of T.S. Eliot welcoming me to the land of dream Sofas couches fog in England Tea ...
One thousand more of our best and brightest our nation's treasure, spent in the streets, in the dust of that ...
They stand on guard once more in harm's way in hostile lands answering the nation's call on point in the ...
To tag, or not to tag: that is the problem: Whether 'tis nobler in the whole to endure The slings ...
The pungent atom in the Air Admits of no debate -- All that is named of Summer Days Relinquished our ...
Growth of Man -- like Growth of Nature -- Gravitates within -- Atmosphere, and Sun endorse it -- Bit it ...
To wash an Ethiope; He's wash'd, his gloomy skin a peaceful shade, For his white soul is made; And now, ...
Know you fair, on what you look; Divinest love lies in this book, Expecting fire from your eyes, To kindle ...
SEA, SEA RIDER The man who owned the bookstore was not magic. He was not a three-legged crow on the ...
WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA PEACE In San Francisco around Easter time last year, they had a trout fishing ...
( I ) for 'JC' of the TLS Nightmare of metropolitan amalgam Grand Hotel and myself as a guest there ...
Richard Chessick, John Gedo, James Grotstein and Vamik Voltan What darknesses have you lit up for me What depths of ...
"Courage!" he said, and pointed toward the land, "This mounting wave will roll us shoreward soon." In the afternoon they ...
1 The brightly-painted horse Had a boy's face, And four small wheels Under his feet, Plus a long string To ...
In the dark and damp of the alley cold, Lay the Christmas tree that hadn't been sold; By a shopman ...
POLICEMAN in front of a bank 3 A.M. . lonely. Policeman State and Madison . high noon . mobs . ...
YOU come along. . . tearing your shirt. . . yelling about Jesus. Where do you get that stuff? What ...
What I propose is not Marxism, which is not dead yet in the English department, Not maximalism, which was a ...
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