The Four Ages of Man (Anne Bradstreet Poem)
1.1 Lo now! four other acts upon the stage, 1.2 Childhood, and Youth, the Manly, and Old-age. 1.3 The first: ...
1.1 Lo now! four other acts upon the stage, 1.2 Childhood, and Youth, the Manly, and Old-age. 1.3 The first: ...
Once I seen a human ruin In a elevator-well. And his members was bestrewin' All the place where he had ...
The last pose flickered, failed. The screen's dead white Glared in a sudden flooding of harsh light Stabbing the eyes; ...
(Translated from the French by Edouard Rodti) My wife with the hair of a wood fire With the thoughts of ...
Always for the first time Hardly do I know you by sight You return at some hour of the night ...
THE HUNCHBACK TROUT The creek was made narrow by little green trees that grew too close together. The creek was ...
WORSEWICK Worsewick Hot Springs was nothing fancy. Somebody put some boards across the creek. That was it. The boards dammed ...
I Behold, my child, the Nordic man, And be as like him, as you can; His legs are long, his ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
It was wet & white & swift and where I am we don't know. It was dark and then it ...
O SWARMING city, city full of dreams, Where in a full day the spectre walks and speaks; Mighty colossus, in ...
THUS the Mayne glideth Where my Love abideth; Sleep 's no softer: it proceeds On through lawns, on through meads, ...
A MIDDLE-AGE INTERLUDE. ROSA MUNDI; SEU, FULCITE ME FLORIBUS. A CONCEIT OF MASTER GYSBRECHT, CANON-REGULAR OF SAID JODOCUS-BY-THE-BAR, YPRES CITY. ...
I. All I believed is true! I am able yet All I want, to get By a method as strange ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
I. You know, we French stormed Ratisbon: A mile or so away, On a little mound, Napoleon Stood on our ...
(PETER RONSARD _loquitur_.) ``Heigho!'' yawned one day King Francis, ``Distance all value enhances! ``When a man's busy, why, leisure ``Strikes ...
I am poor brother Lippo, by your leave! You need not clap your torches to my face. Zooks, what's to ...
"Thou thoughtest that I was altogether such a one as thyself." (David, Psalms 50.21) ['Will sprawl, now that the heat ...
Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was ...
GUID speed and furder to you, Johnie, Guid health, hale han's, an' weather bonie; Now, when ye're nickin down fu' ...
O GOWDIE, terror o' the whigs, Dread o' blackcoats and rev'rend wigs! Sour Bigotry, on her last legs, Girns an' ...
washed-up, on shore, the old yellow notebook out again I write from the bed as I did last year. will ...
we like to shower afterwards (I like the water hotter than she) and her face is always soft and peaceful ...
George was lying in his trailer, flat on his back, watching a small portable T.V. His dinner dishes were undone, ...
he came to the door one night wet thin beaten and terrorized a white cross-eyed tailless cat I took him ...
god I got the sad blue blues, this woman sat there and she said are you really Charles Bukowski? and ...
Sunday, I am eating a grapefruit, church is over at the Russian Orthadox to the west. she is dark of ...
some say we should keep personal remorse from the poem, stay abstract, and there is some reason in this, but ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
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