Shoveling Snow With Buddha (Billy Collins Poem)
In the usual iconography of the temple or the local Wok you would never see him doing such a thing, ...
In the usual iconography of the temple or the local Wok you would never see him doing such a thing, ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
TO live within a cave--it is most good; But, if God make a day, And some one come, and say, ...
I've quenched my lamp, I struck it in that start Which every limb convulsed, I heard it fall The crash ...
Ay! gloriously thou standest there, Beautiful, boundless firmament! That swelling wide o'er earth and air, And round the horizon bent, ...
(France -- Ancient Regime.) I. Go away! Go away; I will not confess to you! His black biretta clings like ...
It was the first gift he ever gave her, buying it for five five francs in the Galeries in pre-war ...
(Translated from the French by Edouard Rodti) My wife with the hair of a wood fire With the thoughts of ...
WORSEWICK Worsewick Hot Springs was nothing fancy. Somebody put some boards across the creek. That was it. The boards dammed ...
He does not live here but it is the god. A priest tools in a top his motorbike. You do ...
Deprived of his enemy, shrugged to a standstill horrible Henry, foaming. Fan their way toward him who will in the ...
I. Oh, what a dawn of day! How the March sun feels like May! All is blue again After last ...
YOUNG Peggy blooms our boniest lass, Her blush is like the morning, The rosy dawn, the springing grass, With early ...
Earliest morning, switching all the tracks that cross the sky from cinder star to star, coupling the ends of streets ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
Memory of sun seeps from the heart. Grass grows yellower. Faintly if at all the early snowflakes Hover, hover. Water ...
THE SUN had clos'd the winter day, The curless quat their roarin play, And hunger'd maukin taen her way, To ...
I 'But where do you go?' said the lady, while both sat under the yew, And her eyes were alive ...
I. Dead ! One of them shot by the sea in the east, And one of them shot in the ...
She has laughed as softly as if she sighed, She has counted six, and over, Of a purse well filled, ...
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