Eating Alone (Li-Young Lee Poem)
I've pulled the last of the year's young onions. The garden is bare now. The ground is cold, brown and ...
I've pulled the last of the year's young onions. The garden is bare now. The ground is cold, brown and ...
The Pobble who has no toes Had once as many as we; When they said "Some day you may lose ...
Spring wafts up the smell of bus exhaust, of bread and fried potatoes, tips green on the branches, repeats old ...
For William and Emily Maxwell At this time of day One could hear the caulking irons sound Against the hulls ...
The skin of the lake sliced not quite silently the fiberglass keel cutting the waves yet almost still after midnight ...
Something now expected the town counting on us this congregation, this people to more than just show up While we ...
The challenge of the pastor asking us a series of questions silence in the first answer to "what new things ...
I was low on cash been studying too long. The sign in the window read "Three pieces of day-old cold ...
Eight silent canoes Pushed off onto the still waters At 2am on a July night. The full moon and stars ...
It's June ag'in, an' in my soul I feel the fillin' joy That's sure to come this time o' year ...
HOWEVER exquisite we BEAUTY find, It satiates sense, and palls upon the mind: Brown bread as well as white must ...
THOSE who in fables deal, bestow at ease Both names and titles, freely as they please. It costs them scarcely ...
Mr. Ramsbottom went to the races, A thing as he'd ne'er done before, And as luck always follers beginners, Won ...
THE HUNCHBACK TROUT The creek was made narrow by little green trees that grew too close together. The creek was ...
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, the mountain in back of the lake promised us ...
SEA, SEA RIDER The man who owned the bookstore was not magic. He was not a three-legged crow on the ...
(PIANO DI SORRENTO.) Fortu, Frotu, my beloved one, Sit here by my side, On my knees put up both little ...
call it the greenhouse effect or whatever but it just doesn't rain like it used to. I particularly remember the ...
Richard Pigott, the forger, was a very bad man, And to gainsay it there's nobody can, Because for fifty years ...
Pond snipe, bleached pine, rue weed, wart -- I walk by sedge and brown river rot to where the old ...
In Havana in 1948 I ate fried dog believing it was Peking duck. Later, in Tampa I bunked with an ...
He paid a Swede twelve bits an hour Just to invent a fancy style To spread the celebration paint So ...
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