How Distant (Philip Larkin Poem)
How distant, the departure of young men Down valleys, or watching The green shore past the salt-white cordage Rising and ...
How distant, the departure of young men Down valleys, or watching The green shore past the salt-white cordage Rising and ...
You happened to me. I was happened to like an abandoned building by a bull- dozer, like the van that ...
Homage Kenneth Koch If I were doing my Laundry I'd wash my dirty Iran I'd throw in my United States, ...
There were seven items on the shopping list, two more than she had told me to buy Seven items, a ...
What must she have thought, when she reached into my jeans pocket before laundry and found a muskrat paw I ...
A routine task made different with three little girls in the house For a man who learned laundry "skills" in ...
There were two little skeezucks who lived in the isle Of Boo in a southern sea; They clambered and rollicked ...
The page opens to snow on a field: boot-holed month, black hour the bottle in your coat half voda half ...
According to Culture Shock: A Guide to Customs and Etiquette of Filipinos, when my husband says yes, he could also ...
A hotel in whose ledgers departures are more prominent than arrivals. With wet Koh-i-noors the October rain strokes what's left ...
WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA PEACE In San Francisco around Easter time last year, they had a trout fishing ...
It was the blue & plain ones. I forget all that. My own clouds darkening hung. Besides, it wasn't serious. ...
On a roof in the Old City Laundry hanging in the late afternoon sunlight: The white sheet of a woman ...
I even hear the mountains the way they laugh up and down their blue sides and down in the water ...
I'd hate to be centipede (of legs I've only two), For if new trousers I should need (as oftentimes I ...
1. The dark socket of the year the pit, the cave where the sun lies down and threatens never to ...
Coffee and cigarettes in a clean cafe, forsythia lit like a damp match against a thundery sky drunk on its ...
Nobody in the lane, and nothing, nothing but blackberries, Blackberries on either side, though on the right mainly, A blackberry ...
Go hang yourself, you old M.D.! You shall not sneer at me. Pick up your hat and stethoscope, Go wash ...
All the air conditioners now slacken their hummed carrier wave. Once again we've served our three months with remissions in ...
I. Insomnia The bulb at the front door burns and burns. If it were a white rose it would tire ...
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