After Hearing a Waltz by Bartok (Amy Lowell Poem)
But why did I kill him? Why? Why? In the small, gilded room, near the stair? My ears rack and ...
But why did I kill him? Why? Why? In the small, gilded room, near the stair? My ears rack and ...
I Frindsbury, Kent, 1786 Bang! Bang! Tap! Tap-a-tap! Rap! All through the lead and silver Winter days, All through the ...
As the night was falling slowly down on city, town and bush, From a slum in Jones's Alley sloped the ...
The clock of my days winds down. The cat eats sparrows outside my window. Once, she brought me a small ...
The beach plum jelly out on the deck the thick sour dough toast dripping with it the bees coming closer ...
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all thro' the house, Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The ...
AN ALPHABET OF FAMOUS GOOPS. Which you 'll Regard with Yells and Whoops. Futile Acumen! For you Yourselves are Doubtless ...
Si credere dignum est.--Virgil, Georgics, III, 390 Oh, worthy of belief I hold it was, Virgil, your legend in those ...
I'm goin' 'ome to Blighty -- ain't I glad to 'ave the chance! I'm loaded up wiv fightin', and I've ...
Me and Ed and a stretcher Out on the nootral ground. (If there's one dead corpse, I'll betcher There's a ...
Three men I saw beside a bar, Regarding o'er their bottle, A frog who smoked a rank cigar They'd jammed ...
Says I to my Missis: "Ba goom, lass! you've something I see, on your mind." Says she: "You are right, ...
Divorced, but friends again at last, we walk old ground together in bright blue uncomplicated weather. We laugh and pause ...
Nature, that washed her hands in milk, And had forgot to dry them, Instead of earth took snow and silk, ...
Purple as tulips in May, mauve into lush velvet, purple as the stain blackberries leave on the lips, on the ...
My father and mother, my brother and sister and I, with uncle Pat, our dour best-loved uncle, had set out ...
I was Willie Metcalf. They used to call me "Doctor Meyers" Because, they said, I looked like him. And he ...
"Twas the night before Christmas, when all thro' the house, Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The ...
Master Timmy brisk and airy Blythe as Oberon the fairy On thy head thy cousin wishes Thousand and ten thousand ...
wade through black jade. Of the crow-blue mussel-shells, one keeps adjusting the ash-heaps; opening and shutting itself like an injured ...
A Story of Christmas Eve. Strange that the termagant winds should scold The Christmas Eve so bitterly! But Wife, and ...
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