Rain After a Vaudeville Show (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
The last pose flickered, failed. The screen's dead white Glared in a sudden flooding of harsh light Stabbing the eyes; ...
The last pose flickered, failed. The screen's dead white Glared in a sudden flooding of harsh light Stabbing the eyes; ...
THE HUNCHBACK TROUT The creek was made narrow by little green trees that grew too close together. The creek was ...
To exalt, enthrone, establish and defend, To welcome home mankind's mysterious friend Wine, true begetter of all arts that be; ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF 'WAT TYLER' 'A Daniel come to judgment! ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
Some good people, daring & subtle voices and their tense faces, as I think of it I see sank underground. ...
Turning it over, considering, like a madman Henry put forth a book. No harm resulted from this. Neither the menstruating ...
All that hair flashing over the Atlantic, Henry's girl's gone. She'll find Paris a sweet place as many times he ...
WHEN Nature her great master-piece design'd, And fram'd her last, best work, the human mind, Her eye intent on all ...
From narrow provinces of fish and bread and tea, home of the long tides where the bay leaves the sea ...
After the movie, when the lights come up, He takes her powdered hand behind the wings; She, all in yellow, ...
When she came out, that white little Russian dancer, With her bright hair, and her eyes, so young, so young, ...
He, in the room above, grown old and tired, She, in the room below-his floor her ceiling- Pursue their separate ...
Round white clouds roll slowly above the housetops, Over the clear red roofs they flow and pass. A flock of ...
More towers must yet be built-more towers destroyed- Great rocks hoisted in air; And he must seek his bread in ...
I. (Bread and Music) Music I heard with you was more than music, And bread I broke with you was ...
I have a life that did not become, that turned aside and stopped, astonished: I hold it in me like ...
Through Alpine meadows soft-suffused With rain, where thick the crocus blows, Past the dark forges long disused, The mule-track from ...
A wanderer is man from his birth. He was born in a ship On the breast of the river of ...
he sat naked and drunk in a room of summer night, running the blade of the knife under his fingernails, ...
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