After Making Love We Hear Footsteps (Galway Kinnell Poem)
For I can snore like a bullhorn or play loud music or sit up talking with any reasonably sober Irishman ...
For I can snore like a bullhorn or play loud music or sit up talking with any reasonably sober Irishman ...
When Julius Fabricius, Sub-Prefect of the Weald, In the days of Diocletian owned our Lower River-field, He called to him ...
however foul the times or difficult the ways are through those personal morasses this change of age won't let a ...
He rubbed his hand, Unconsciously, from habit His finger Held onto a memory, A bit of history Now months gone, ...
Give me, O indulgent Fate! Give me yet before I die A sweet, but absolute retreat, 'Mongst paths so lost ...
A blackbird lands A good beer-barrel A man sits in a cave knitting A theatre in Copenhagen Abask the sea-wall ...
It don't sound so terrible -- quite -- as it did -- I run it over -- "Dead", Brain, "Dead." ...
I had no profound feelings of shock or surprise to those matter-of-fact revelations which spelled the end of this chapter ...
To my shame I've been mending fences again. a quaint habit I inherited from my father; he would rather fix ...
The Poseidonians forgot the Greek language after so many centuries of mingling with Tyrrhenians, Latins, and other foreigners. The only ...
He said it doesn't look good he said it looks bad in fact real bad he said I counted thirty-two ...
The double 12 sorwe of Troilus to tellen, That was the king Priamus sone of Troye, In lovinge, how his ...
The Bellman's Speech The Bellman himself they all praised to the skies-- Such a carriage, such ease and such grace! ...
Dedication Inscribed to a dear Child: in memory of golden summer hours and whispers of a summer sea. Girt with ...
I leave the office, take the stairs, in time to mail a letter before 3 in the afternoon--the last dispatch. ...
Karshish, the picker-up of learning's crumbs, The not-incurious in God's handiwork (This man's-flesh he hath admirably made, Blown like a ...
Releas'd from the noise of the butcher and baker Who, my old friends be thanked, did seldom forsake her, And ...
How this tart fable instructs And mocks! Here's the parody of that moral mousetrap Set in the proverbs stitched on ...
My most respected comrades of posterity! Rummaging among these days' petrified crap, exploring the twilight of our times, you, possibly, ...
Oblig'd by frequent visits of this man, Whom as Priest, Poet, and Musician, I for some branch of Melchizedeck took, ...
Hail, holy Light, offspring of Heaven firstborn, Or of the Eternal coeternal beam May I express thee unblam'd? since God ...
Most wounds can Time repair; But some are mortal -- these: For a broken heart there is no balm, No ...
As when a father dies, his children draw About the empty hearth, their loss to cheat With uttered praise & ...
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