Thou Shalt Not Kill (Kenneth Rexroth Poems)
A Memorial for Dylan Thomas IThey are murdering all the young men.For half a century now, every day,They have hunted them ...
A Memorial for Dylan Thomas IThey are murdering all the young men.For half a century now, every day,They have hunted them ...
MADAM,I read your letter with all that allowance which critical candour couldrequire, but after all find so much to object ...
READ AT A MEETING OF THE BOSTON BRIC-A-BRACCLUB, FEBRUARY 21, 1877WHEN rose the cry "Great Pan is dead!"And Jove's high ...
We were cartin' lathes and palin's from the slopes of Mount St. Leonard,With our axles near the road-bed and the ...
While deep you mourn beneath the cypress-shadeThe hand of Death, and your dear daughter laidIn dust, whose absence gives your ...
GRIM Monarch! see depriv'd of vital breath,A young Physician in the dust of death!Dost thou go on incessant to destroy:The ...
At the foot of Mt. St. Leonard where in spring the wattles glow,Where the mountain-ash and messmate 'midst the densest ...
To every class we have a School assign'd,Rules for all ranks and food for every mind:Yet one there is, that ...
COME out, said Leonard, bursting through my door, His black curls tangled like a fretting sea,-- "Come out, nor waste ...
We were cartin' lathes and palin's from the slopes of Mount St. Leonard,With our axles near the road-bed and the ...
HEAVILY hang the purple grapes By fair Lake Garda's waveless side; Above, in slow ethereal march, Battalion'd clouds in order ...
St. Leonard's hill was lightsome land,Where gowan'd grass was growin',For man and beast were food and rest,And milk and honey ...
Ernest was an elephant, a great big fellow,Leonard was a lion with a six foot tail,George was a goat, and ...
He heard them in the silence of the nightWhirring and thudding through the moonlit skyAnd wondered where their target, pondered ...
She is sixty. She livesthe greatest love of her life.She walks arm-in-arm with her dear one,her hair streams in the ...
You will not tame this seaeither by humility or rapture.But you can laughin its face.Laughterwas invented by thosewho live brieflyas ...
But do not let us quarrel any more, No, my Lucrezia; bear with me for once: Sit down and all ...
GRIM monarch! see, depriv'd of vital breath, A young physician in the dust of death: Dost thou go on incessant ...
WHILE deep you mourn beneath the cypress-shade The hand of Death, and your dear daughter laid In dust, whose absence ...
The sun upon the lake is low, The wild birds hush their song, The hills have evening's deepest glow, Yet ...
For Leonard Baskin To his house the bodiless Come to barter endlessly Vision, wisdom, for bodies Palpable as his, and ...
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