A Poet in the Kitchen (George Bradley Poems)
West Fifty-third was still Hell's Kitchenthe summer I first came to town,Eleventh Avenue was boarded up,the West Side Drive was ...
West Fifty-third was still Hell's Kitchenthe summer I first came to town,Eleventh Avenue was boarded up,the West Side Drive was ...
But this is concocted by rules so complete; Though piquant, is healthy and easy digested; And if you will note it as ...
Now soup, if you like made of beef very nice, You'll find this the next thing to the height of perfection; And ...
What is death, I ask. What is life, you ask. I give them both my buttocks, my two wheels rolling ...
Omelet of egg, on the plate on the fork, into his mouth, not that last time and it tasted so ...
my mother pushed my sister out of the apartment door with an empty suitcase because she kept threatening to run ...
Straight-spined girl-yes, you of the glinting earrings, amber skin and sinuous hair: what happened? you've no business lunching with sticky ...
What is death, I ask. What is life, you ask. I give them both my buttocks, my two wheels rolling ...
If Ezra Pound were alive today (and he is) he'd be teaching at a small college in the Pacific Northwest ...
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