Pantoum Of The Great Depression (Donald Justice Poem)
Our lives avoided tragedy Simply by going on and on, Without end and with little apparent meaning. Oh, there were ...
Our lives avoided tragedy Simply by going on and on, Without end and with little apparent meaning. Oh, there were ...
(i) absinthe makes the hurt grow fonder the green fairy burbles what's this 'ere when vincent (sozzled) knifes his lug ...
Still a mystery, I can't figure out; Race home from work, Where life is without. ***** I race to see ...
So rich the stew the memory coming back to me the paddle blade cut into the water pulling up lily ...
For some it was depression glass, others emerald, or Tiffany's But for her it was the rich, dark shimmering deep ...
Our words, as a people, repeated, enunciated, emphasized for friend, for foe alike the preambles of our sacred texts, the ...
Fervent prayer in the temple a woman mouthing her petition to God watched by a judging priest; but not for ...
They sit, week on week, year on year, solitary matriarchs Hair of silver, grey, white, spun gold Stoic women, widows, ...
I watched the winter light die from the bridge, the sky a sinking empire's battleship, ice floes' jagged edges clink ...
The angel of self-discipline, her guardian Since she first knew and had to go away From home that spring to ...
Ferdinand was systematic when he drove his daughter mad. With a Casanova's careful art, he moved slowly, stole only one ...
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, the mountain in back of the lake promised us ...
call it the greenhouse effect or whatever but it just doesn't rain like it used to. I particularly remember the ...
Here is a silence I had not hoped for This side of paradise, I am an old believer In nature's ...
I never did fit in - at six or sixty one - I stand out in a crowd, too young ...
Sitting in outpatients With my own minor ills Dawn's depression lifts To the lilt of amitryptilene, A double dose for ...
The rain drums down like red ants, each bouncing off my window. The ants are in great pain and they ...
I shed my tears; my tears - my consolation; And I am silent; my murmur is dead, My soul, sunk ...
We who travel between worlds lose our muscle and bone. I was wheeling a barrow of earth when agony bayoneted ...
Brooklyn, 1929. Of course Crane's been drinking and has no idea who this curious Andalusian is, unable even to speak ...
May you have...... Enough happiness to keep you sweet, Enough trials to keep you strong, Enough sorrow to keep you ...
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