I Go Back To The House For A Book (Billy Collins Poem)
I turn around on the gravel and go back to the house for a book, something to read at the ...
I turn around on the gravel and go back to the house for a book, something to read at the ...
The Renaissance men are aging now, having survived Industrialization's Original Sin and the Information Age flood; The need for specialization ...
Now as an angler melancholy standing Upon a green bank yielding room for landing, A wriggling yellow worm thrust on ...
'Of course,' I said, 'we cannot hope to find What we are looking for in anyone; They glitter, maybe, but ...
Golden haired and golden hearted I would ever have you be, As you were when last we parted Smiling slow ...
The great millennium is at hand. Redder apples grow on the tree. A saxophone is in ev'ry band. Brandy no ...
She does not mind a good cigar (The kind, that is, I smoke); She thinks all men quite stupid are, ...
The only thing I miss about Los Angeles is the Hollywood Freeway at midnight, windows down and radio blaring bearing ...
"When I hit her on the head, it was good, and then I did it to her a couple of ...
There is a meadow in Sweden where I lie smitten, eyes stained with clouds' white ins and outs. And about ...
I Wish that my Room had a Floor! I don't so Much Care for a Door, But this Crawling Around ...
I Wish that my Room had a Floor! I don't so Much Care for a Door, But this Crawling Around ...
The industrialist is having his aeroplane serviced. The priest is wondering what he said in his sermon eight weeks ago ...
It's too nice a day to read a novel set in England. We're within inches of the perfect distance from ...
I know it's a bad title but I'm giving it to myself as a gift on a day nearly canceled ...
I sit here, an arch-villain of romance, thinking about you. Gee, I'm sorry I made you unhappy, but there was ...
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, the mountain in back of the lake promised us ...
SANDBOX MINUS JOHN DILLINGER EQUALS WHAT? Often I return to the cover of Trout Fishing in America. I took the ...
I don't know what it is, but I distrust myself when I start to like a girl a lot. It ...
Sometimes life is merely a matter of coffee and whatever intimacy a cup of coffee affords. I once read something ...
Teeth sensitive to the sand in salad greens-- I'm getting old. (Matsuo Basho)
At a hermitage: A cool fall night-- getting dinner, we peeled eggplants, cucumbers. (Matsuo Basho)
Who was too Freely Moved to Tears, and thereby ruined his Political Career Lord Lundy from his earliest years Was ...
Henry sats in de bar & was odd, off in the glass from the glass, at odds wif de world ...
I. The morn when first it thunders in March, The eel in the pond gives a leap, they say: As ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
(PIANO DI SORRENTO.) Fortu, Frotu, my beloved one, Sit here by my side, On my knees put up both little ...
the night I was going to die I was sweating on the bed and I could hear the crickets and ...
washed-up, on shore, the old yellow notebook out again I write from the bed as I did last year. will ...
we like to shower afterwards (I like the water hotter than she) and her face is always soft and peaceful ...
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