Self-Portrait At 28 (David Berman Poem)
I know it's a bad title but I'm giving it to myself as a gift on a day nearly canceled ...
I know it's a bad title but I'm giving it to myself as a gift on a day nearly canceled ...
Sometimes life is merely a matter of coffee and whatever intimacy a cup of coffee affords. I once read something ...
There is a mystic thread of life So dearly wreath'd with mine alone, That Destiny's relentless knife At once must ...
I would I were a careless child, Still dwelling in my highland cave, Or roaming through the dusky wild, Or ...
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
My sister! my sweet sister! if a name Dearer and purer were, it should be thine; Mountains and seas divide ...
I Our life is twofold; Sleep hath its own world, A boundary between the things misnamed Death and existence: Sleep ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
WHILE winds frae aff Ben-Lomond blaw, An' bar the doors wi' driving snaw, An' hing us owre the ingle, I ...
MY lov'd, my honour'd, much respected friend! No mercenary bard his homage pays; With honest pride, I scorn each selfish ...
either peace or happiness, let it enfold you when i was a young man I felt these things were dumb,unsophisticated. ...
This is not my home. How did I get so far from water? It must be over that way somewhere. ...
A little kingdom I possess where thoughts and feelings dwell, And very hard I find the task of governing it ...
A precise woman with a short haircut brings order to my thoughts and my dresser drawers, moves feelings around like ...
Light flows our war of mocking words, and yet, Behold, with tears mine eyes are wet! I feel a nameless ...
Light flows our war of mocking words, and yet, Behold, with tears mine eyes are wet! I feel a nameless ...
We were apart; yet, day by day, I bade my heart more constant be. I bade it keep the world ...
when I look back now at the abuse I took from her I feel shame that I was so innocent, ...
We walk in a world that is strange and unknown And in the midst of the crowd we still feel ...
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