Josephine (John O Brien Poems)
The presbytery has gone to pot since this house-keeper came;She's up-to-date and stylish; but the place is not the sameSince ...
The presbytery has gone to pot since this house-keeper came;She's up-to-date and stylish; but the place is not the sameSince ...
Times I think I'm not the man- Must be some mistake.Me among the also ran? Cute and wideawake!Old and beat and crotchety- Sixty-five, ...
Translation Iby Dr. Josephine Barry DavisAh! How beautiful is Kabul encircled by her arid mountainsAnd Rose, of the trails of ...
I am a hunter of sounds and a collectorof tape recordings.I listen to huntsmen sounding their morton very short waves.Let ...
As Jeremi' and JosephineWere walky-talking on the green,They met a man who bore a dishOf (anything you like to wish!) They ...
The tortoiseshell cat,She sits on the mat,As gay as a sunflower she;In orange and black you see her wink,And her ...
Napoleon was a little guy:They used to call him Shorty.He only stood about so high.His chest was under fortyBut when ...
I'm Professor McCann; I'm the memory man.I've a memory no-one would suspect.I remember things you've all forgottenAnd remember what I ...
For A FairPRINTEMPS.SWEET SPRING stands blushing 'mid the flowers, Heralded by benignant showers,And soft airs through the young leaves sighing ...
A poet is not a jukebox, so don't tell me what to write. I read a dear friend a poem ...
We like to listen to her dress, It ...
(Suggested by the lives of Napoleon and Josephine) IOne night was full of rapture and delight—Of reunited arms and swooning ...
Chill frost will nip the fairest flower;The sweetest dream is soonest pass'd;The brightest morning in an hour,May be with storm ...
We shall not shiver as we vainly try To stir cold ashes once again to fire, Nor bury a dead ...
I How the slates of the roof sparkle in the sun, over there, over there, beyond the high wall! How ...
I Frindsbury, Kent, 1786 Bang! Bang! Tap! Tap-a-tap! Rap! All through the lead and silver Winter days, All through the ...
Now that I've unplugged the phone, no one can reach me-- At least for this one afternoon they will have ...
(For Amelia Josephine Burr) The road is wide and the stars are out and the breath of the night is ...
Cherry-ripe: dark sweet burlats, scarlet reverchons firm-fleshed and tart in the mouth bigarreaux, peach-and-white napoléons as the harvest moves north ...
Many flocks becoming one one shepherd to protect and guide us all his sheep, those he would comfort hearing the ...
Stairstep music: ups, downs, Bill Robinson smiling, jazzdancing the rounds. She raised champagne lips, danced inside banana hips. All Paris ...
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