What Were They Like? (Denise Levertov Poem)
Did the people of Viet Nam use lanterns of stone? Did they hold ceremonies to reverence the opening of buds? ...
Did the people of Viet Nam use lanterns of stone? Did they hold ceremonies to reverence the opening of buds? ...
The heroic stars spending themselves, Coining their very flesh into bullets for the lost battle, They must burn out at ...
You happened to me. I was happened to like an abandoned building by a bull- dozer, like the van that ...
YES, write, if you want to, there's nothing like trying; Who knows what a treasure your casket may hold? I'll ...
I What new element before us unborn in nature? Is there a new thing under the Sun? At last inquisitive ...
Every time I laugh aloud, who springs to mind but Johnnie Howard? Cathartic laughter eases stress which Johnnie causes in ...
It took several hours. There were spaces in the cookware of which no one was aware, save the poet. The ...
The poet Phernazis is composing the important part of his epic poem. How Darius, son of Hystaspes, assumed the kingdom ...
For every tiny town or place God made the stars especially; Babies look up with owlish face And see them ...
It was the steamer Alice May that sailed the Yukon foam. And touched in every river camp from Dawson down ...
The same old sprint in the morning, boys, to the same old din and smut; Chained all day to the ...
"Whether all towns and all who live in them- So long as they be somewhere in this world That we ...
Ne Rubeam, Pingui donatus Munere (Horace, Epistles II.i.267) While you, great patron of mankind, sustain The balanc'd world, and open ...
The day you died I went into the dirt, Into the lightless hibernaculum Where bees, striped black and gold, sleep ...
Not for the love of women toil we, we of the craft, Not for the people's praise; Only because our ...
Jaya Surya GOLDEN sun of victory, born In my life's unclouded morn, In my lambent sky of love, May your ...
Most of the time he worked, a sort of sleep with a purpose, so far as I could tell. How ...
I won the prize essay at school Here in the village, And published a novel before I was twenty-five. I ...
There by the window in the old house Perched on the bluff, overlooking miles of valley, My days of labor ...
[The late Mr. Jonathan Swift Somers, laureate of Spoon River, planned The Spooniad as an epic in twenty-four books, but ...
I. THEIR BASIC SAVAGERY Fat black bucks in a wine-barrel room, Barrel-house kings, with feet unstable, Sagged and reeled and ...
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