Where’s My Billy Goat Gone To? (Henry Clay Work Poems)
'Twas a birthday gift Miss Posie had When she was nine, and twenty:Not of gold — Oh, no! — nor gem, ...
'Twas a birthday gift Miss Posie had When she was nine, and twenty:Not of gold — Oh, no! — nor gem, ...
A grandson isnotthe wing-sprouting cherubthat I, as doting grandmotherhave persisted in seeing and showing.A grandson is a hot ice berg.that cannot retain or disdain,with ...
O Lord, we come this morningKnee-bowed and body-bentBefore Thy throne of grace.O Lord--this morning--Bow our hearts beneath our knees,And our ...
I was the patriarch of the shining land,Of the blond summer and metallic grain;Men vanished at the motion of my ...
'If you are old and have the shakes,If all your bones are full of aches,If you can hardly walk at ...
It was a man of many parts, Who in his coffer mindHad stored the Classics and the Arts And Sciences combined;The purest ...
I am a barbarian, a Khazar, a Saracen.Batterer of Roman walls, dynamite's low rumbleAngrier than Rusudan, bowing, not humbled--The ache ...
CLARICE awoke next morning with the sense That something she had found, and something lost; A little pain she felt, ...
Perched on a dead volcanic pile,Now charted as a submerged peak,Near to a moon-washed coral isle,A hundred leagues from Mozambique,Three ...
An apple tree beside the way,Drinking the sunshine day by dayAccording to the Master's plan,Had been a faithful friend to ...
There was once a man who made a weird machine,Employing dynamite and kerosene. His subsequent destruction ...
Burning, he walks in the stream of flickering letters, clarinets, machines throbbing quicker than the heart, lopped-off heads, silk canvases, ...
Tall timber stood here once, here on a corn belt farm along the Monon. Here the roots of a half-mile ...
There was once an eccentric old coon, Who ate dynamite with a spoon, But when he got ...
We were taken from the ore-bed and the mine, We were melted in the furnace and the pit-- We were ...
...Preamble A rough draft for an ars poetica . . . . . . . Let's get our dreams unstuck ...
Budger of history Brake of time You Bomb Toy of universe Grandest of all snatched sky I cannot hate you ...
O Liberty, God-gifted-- Young and immortal maid-- In your high hand uplifted, The torch declares your trade. Its crimson menace, ...
O Lord, we come this morning Knee-bowed and body-bent Before Thy throne of grace. O Lord--this morning-- Bow our hearts ...
I much admire, I must admit, The man who robs a Bank; It takes a lot of guts and grit, ...
Burning, he walks in the stream of flickering letters, clarinets, machines throbbing quicker than the heart, lopped-off heads, silk canvases, ...
wade through black jade. Of the crow-blue mussel-shells, one keeps adjusting the ash-heaps; opening and shutting itself like an injured ...
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