Oatmeal (Galway Kinnell Poem)
I eat oatmeal for breakfast. I make it on the hot plate and put skimmed milk on it. I eat ...
I eat oatmeal for breakfast. I make it on the hot plate and put skimmed milk on it. I eat ...
"Brother Square-Toes"--Rewards and Fairies. If you're off to Philadelphia in the morning, You mustn't take my stories for a guide. ...
Through the Plagues of Egyp' we was chasin' Arabi, Gettin' down an' shovin' in the sun; An' you might 'ave ...
All the endings in my life rise up against me like that sea of troubles Shakespeare mixed with metaphors; like ...
In this evil year, autumn comes early... I walk by night in the field, alone, the rain clatters, The wind ...
Sometimes, I, too, tell the ah's of my heart one by one like the blood-red beads of a ruby rosary ...
to the memory of my friend SI-YA-U, whose head was cut off in Shanghai A CLAIM Renowned Leonardo's world-famous "La ...
The crushed rose gathered yet so much living yet resting on the sleeve of my jacket taken off for the ...
Maybe not like Jesus going to the mountains to pray simply sitting on the hillside enjoying the time of day ...
the fog rising from the skin of the lake joining my breath, visible, glinting in the early fall morning light ...
Walking home, on Ruth's birthday, after dropping the girls at school my jacket open, day warming my hands in the ...
Utter incongruity jarred my drive to the coffeehouse My eye pulled to the cluster of prom dresses, dapper Dan's, bright ...
a shriveled, curled leaf fluttered toward the ground as I stood, still, watching its path gliding, curling through the December ...
I.--TO MISTRESS BARBARA There were three cavaliers, all handsome and true, On Valentine's day came a maiden to woo, And ...
My stepdaughter and I circle round and round. You see, I like the music loud, the speakers throbbing, jam-packing the ...
Because the road to our house is a back road, meadowlands punctuated by gravel quarry and lumberyard, there are unexpected ...
You'll know Her -- by Her Foot -- The smallest Gamboge Hand With Fingers -- where the Toes should be ...
Of nearness to her sundered Things The Soul has special times -- When Dimness -- looks the Oddity -- Distinctness ...
How the Waters closed above Him We shall never know -- How He stretched His Anguish to us That -- ...
I met a King this afternoon! He had not on a Crown indeed, A little Palmleaf Hat was all, And ...
I tried cooking in my new Quicksilver jacket, just an affectation I assure you - no, not the coat or ...
Last, the youngest son was taken: Very rough and thick his hair was, Very round and red his face was, ...
From his shoulder Hiawatha Took the camera of rosewood, Made of sliding, folding rosewood; Neatly put it all together. In ...
From his shoulder Hiawatha Took the camera of rosewood, Made of sliding, folding rosewood; Neatly put it all together. In ...
It pricks the arms like poison, knowing that some things, once chosen, are yours and that meanwhile the night comes ...
WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA PEACE In San Francisco around Easter time last year, they had a trout fishing ...
WHEN Nature her great master-piece design'd, And fram'd her last, best work, the human mind, Her eye intent on all ...
Up the airy mountain, Down the rushy glen, We daren't go a-hunting For fear of little men; Wee folk, good ...
Try to remember some details. Remember the clothing of the one you love so that on the day of loss ...
When I was young, I used to Watch behind the curtains As men walked up and down the street. Wino ...
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