The Sundays Of Satin-Legs Smith (Gwendolyn Elizabeth Brooks Poems)
Inamoratas, with an approbation,Bestowed his title. Blessed his inclination.He wakes, unwinds, elaborately: a catTawny, reluctant, royal. He is fatAnd fine ...
Inamoratas, with an approbation,Bestowed his title. Blessed his inclination.He wakes, unwinds, elaborately: a catTawny, reluctant, royal. He is fatAnd fine ...
Sister once of weeds & a dark water that held stillIn ditches reflecting the odd,Abstaining clouds that passed, & keptTheir ...
—Albert Parsonswent to his deathsinging Annie Laurie;didn't another havea rose in his coat—or was it a pink—dramatizing himself—Blooded rosestalkhanging out ...
Private Scott of the Highlanders,Strutted and swanked in the market-place.Each flap and lapel set smooth in place,Buttons polished to mirror ...
Every year Emily Dickinson sent one friendthe first arbutus bud in her garden. In a last will and testament Andrew ...
There once was a happy Hyena Who played on an old concertina. He dressed very well, And in ...
As you plaited the harvest bow You implicated the mellowed silence in you In wheat that does not rust But ...
This is not the way I am. Really, I am much taller in person, the hairline I conceal reaches back ...
Following are several translations of the 'Old Pond' poem, which may be the most famous of all haiku: Furuike ya ...
EVERY year Emily Dickinson sent one friend the first arbutus bud in her garden. In a last will and testament ...
JOY . weaving two violet petals for a coat lapel . painting on a slab of night sky a Christ ...
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