A Smuggler’s Song (Rudyard Kipling Poems)
If you wake at midnight, and hear a horse's feet, Don't go drawing back the blind, or looking in the ...
If you wake at midnight, and hear a horse's feet, Don't go drawing back the blind, or looking in the ...
I've taken my fun where I've found it; I've rouged an' I've ranged in my time; I've 'ad my pickin' ...
Civilized, crying: how to be human again; this will tell you how. Turn outward, love things, not men, turn right ...
Beyond the narrows of the Inner Hebrides We sailed the cold angry sea toward Barra, where Heaval mountain Lifts like ...
Freezing dusk is closing Like a slow trap of steel On trees and roads and hills and all That can ...
The sun comes up, And soon goes down; I look in the mirror, And still see a frown. ***** I ...
Three days after her birthday Shanequa held two balloons each one decorated in bright colors festooned with "Happy Birthday" one ...
She's riding the merry-go round still On the outer horse Holding an old and faded doll No longer a favorite ...
The little French doll was a dear little doll Tricked out in the sweetest of dresses; Her eyes were of ...
Up yonder in Buena Park There is a famous spot, In legend and in history Yclept the Waller Lot. There ...
Little Miss Brag has much to say To the rich little lady from over the way And the rich little ...
DIVERTING in extreme there is a play, Which oft resumes its fascinating sway; Delights the sex, or ugly, fair, or ...
IN Lombardy's fair land, in days of yore, Once dwelt a prince, of youthful charms, a store; Each FAIR, with ...
I let myself in at the kitchen door. "It's you," she said. "I can't get up. Forgive me Not answering ...
Liner Notes - (from Love Is A Dog From Hell) My friend Jenny is really worried that people are going ...
I put two yellow peepers in an owl. Wow. I fix the grin of Crocodile. Spiv. I sew the slither ...
They decide to exchange heads. Barbie squeezes the small opening under her chin over Ken's bulging neck socket. His wide ...
The Himmaleh was known to stoop Unto the Daisy low -- Transported with Compassion That such a Doll should grow ...
One in thy thousand statues we salute thee On all thy thousand thrones acclaim and claim Who walk in forest ...
The West Village by then was changing; before long the rundown brownstones at its farthest edge would have slipped into ...
Well my friends are gone and my hair is grey I ache in the places where I used to play ...
Mel Gibson's Hamlet stinks -- doll Mel. Wind up Mel and Mel's eyes glaze into porcelain, blue gulfs of earnestness, ...
(Translated from the French by Edouard Rodti) My wife with the hair of a wood fire With the thoughts of ...
Man-Moth: Newspaper misprint for "mammoth." Here, above, cracks in the buldings are filled with battered moonlight. The whole shadow of ...
In the cold, cold parlor my mother laid out Arthur beneath the chromographs: Edward, Prince of Wales, with Princess Alexandra, ...
They tell me that your heart has been found in Iowa, pumping along Interstate 35. Do you want it back? ...
You're sad because you're sad. It's psychic. It's the age. It's chemical. Go see a shrink or take a pill, ...
A solitary apartment house, the last one before the boulevard ends and a dusty road winds its slow way out ...
THIS section is a Christmas tree: Loaded with pretty toys for you. Behold the blocks, the Noah's arks, The popguns ...
Who now will praise the Wizard in the street With loyal songs, with humors grave and ...
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