Weekend Glory (Maya Angelou Poem)
Some clichty folks don't know the facts, posin' and preenin' and puttin' on acts, stretchin' their backs. They move into ...
Some clichty folks don't know the facts, posin' and preenin' and puttin' on acts, stretchin' their backs. They move into ...
HAIL, thairm-inspirin', rattlin' Willie! Tho' fortune's road be rough an' hilly To every fiddling, rhyming billie, We never heed, But ...
THERE'S a youth in this city, it were a great pity That he from our lassies should wander awa'; For ...
O THOU! whatever title suit thee- Auld Hornie, Satan, Nick, or Clootie, Wha in yon cavern grim an' sootie, Clos'd ...
RecitativoWHEN lyart leaves bestrow the yird, Or wavering like the bauckie-bird, Bedim cauld Boreas' blast; When hailstanes drive wi' bitter ...
UPON that night, when fairies light On Cassilis Downans 2 dance, Or owre the lays, in splendid blaze, On sprightly ...
I. FRIENDS of faces unknown and a land Unvisited over the sea, Who tell me how lonely you stand With ...
I am like, They tell me, my dear father. Broader brows Howbeit, upon a slenderer undergrowth Of delicate ...
The breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast, And the woods, against a stormy sky, Their giant ...
The nameless shadowy female rose from out the breast of Orc, Her snaky hair brandishing in the winds of Enitharmon; ...
Thou fair hair'd angel of the evening, Now, while the sun rests on the mountains light, Thy bright torch of ...
How sweet I roam'd from field to field, And tasted all the summer's pride 'Til the prince of love beheld ...
Thou fair hair'd angel of the evening, Now, while the sun rests on the mountains light, Thy bright torch of ...
When my mother died I was very young, And my father sold me while yet my tongue, Could scarcely cry ...
this time has finished me. I feel like the German troops whipped by snow and the communists walking bent with ...
I sit here on the 2nd floor hunched over in yellow pajamas still pretending to be a writer. some damned ...
sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, I'm not going to make it, but you ...
by God, I don't know what to do. they're so nice to have around. they have a way of playing ...
some dogs who sleep ay night must dream of bones and I remember your bones in flesh and best in ...
I cut the middle fingernail of the middle finger right hand real short and I began rubbing along her cunt ...
I. Where the quiet-coloured end of evening smiles, Miles and miles On the solitary pastures where our sheep Half-asleep Tinkle ...
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