Degrees Of Gray In Philipsburg (Richard Hugo Poem)
You might come here Sunday on a whim. Say your life broke down. The last good kiss you had was ...
You might come here Sunday on a whim. Say your life broke down. The last good kiss you had was ...
When she goes to Hollywood she is an angel. She writes in red red lipstick on the window of her ...
Be Strong in the Lord so said the church's sign by the roadside, many weeks gone by What did the ...
White knuckles on the wheel holding fast to my lane between the wiper strokes and blur of reckless drivers on ...
It seldom snowed they said, and they were nearly right. In all of nine eventful seasons crystal white on average ...
I The rutted roads are all like iron; skies Are keen and brilliant; only the oak-leaves cling In the bare ...
Let faxes butter-curl on dusty shelves. Let junkmail build its castles in the hush of other people's halls. Let deadlines ...
Out on the high "bird islands," Ciboux and Hertford, the razorbill auks and the silly-looking puffins all stand with their ...
I. I stand on the mark beside the shore Of the first white pilgrim's bended knee, Where exile turned to ...
It was also my violent heart that broke, falling down the front hall stairs. It was also a message I ...
is many a love-struck couple kissing and hugging with passion by the Margit híd; is a lone acquaintance of mine ...
1/ Had it not been for the traffic jam You'd have thought being elsewhere Most the niceties seemed so foreign ...
UNDERTAKERS, hearse drivers, grave diggers, I speak to you as one not afraid of your business. You handle dust going ...
LET us sit by a hissing steam radiator a winter's day, gray wind pattering frozen raindrops on the window, And ...
'Twas Driver Smith of Battery A was anxious to see a fight; He thought of the Transvaal all the day, ...
You see them vanish in their speeding cars, The many people hastening through the world, And wonder what they would ...
My clumsiest dear, whose hands shipwreck vases, At whose quick touch all glasses chip and ring, Whose palms are bulls ...
Inside Ayers Rock is lit with paired fluorescent lights on steel pillars supporting the ceiling of haze-blue marquee cloth high ...
A Donkey, whose talent for burdens was wondrous, So much that you'd swear he rejoic'd in a load, One day ...
The old war is over the new one has begun between drivers and pedestrians on a Friday in New York ...
My brother comes home from work and climbs the stairs to our room. I can hear the bed groan and ...
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