Manhattan: An Ode (Joseph Ignatius Constantine Clarke Poems)
Here at thy broad sea gate,On the ultimate ocean wave,Where millions in hope have entered in,Joyous, elateA home and a ...
Here at thy broad sea gate,On the ultimate ocean wave,Where millions in hope have entered in,Joyous, elateA home and a ...
NYC BluesBig time time hard on on me bluesNew York City hard sunday morning bluesyeahJunkie waking upbones ache trying to ...
How strange it seems! These Hebrews in their graves, Close by the street of this fair seaport town, Silent beside the never-silent ...
THE house was crammed from roof to floor,Heads piled on heads at every door;Half dead with August's seething heatI crowded ...
The Sun woke me this morning loudand clear, saying 'Hey! I've beentrying to wake you up for fifteenminutes. Don't be ...
he was Deadhe never Liveddieddiedhe died seekin' a Causeseekin' the Causebecausehe saidhe never saw the causebut he heardthe causeheard the ...
(IV of V)(for jazz orchestra)IVIt was the fourth of April, nineteen hundred and sixty-eight,A spring evening in a grey neighborhood, ...
When was your immortal deed set and sealed?Or, could it have been a childish dreamThat came as a sinister messageInto ...
There stands in th' leafless GhettoOne spare-leaved, ancient tree;Above the Ghetto noisesIt moans eternally.In wonderment it muses,And murmurs with a ...
Preacher, don't send mewhen I dieto some big ghettoin the skywhere rats eat catsof the leopard typeand Sunday brunchis grits ...
On the table - white dishes, bread and yellow apples.And summer - beyond the opened window on the fifth floor.Thunder ...
The Sun woke me this morning loudand clear, saying "Hey! I've been trying to wake you up for fifteen minutes. ...
In Rome on the Campo di FioriBaskets of olives and lemons,Cobbles spattered with wineAnd the wreckage of flowers.Vendors cover the ...
Long has been the pilgrimage, Oh son of my begetting;Weary through the centuries and o'er the deserts wide;Myriad the altars ...
How strange it seems! These Hebrews in their graves, Close by the street of this fair seaport town, Silent beside ...
poem supposed to be about one minute and the lives of three women in it writing it and up the ...
ON WHICH THE JEWS WERE FORCED TO ATTEND AN ANNUAL CHRISTIAN SERMON IN ROME. [``Now was come about Holy-Cross Day, ...
It rained the day they buried Tito Puente The eyes of drug dealers following me as I walked through the ...
In Warsaw, blackbird girls swoop down in flocks the old town square a swirl of dark-eyed dark-haired girls in brilliant ...
In Rome on the Campo di Fiori Baskets of olives and lemons, Cobbles spattered with wine And the wreckage of ...
A Survivor's Burden A Memorial Tribute in Poetry to Simon Wiesenthal After six million Jews were silenced: Simon speaks above ...
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