Night Funeral In Harlem (Langston Hughes Poem)
Night funeral In Harlem: Where did they get Them two fine cars? Insurance man, he did not pay-- His insurance ...
Night funeral In Harlem: Where did they get Them two fine cars? Insurance man, he did not pay-- His insurance ...
by a dank and ancient coffin in the gaunt and gloomy hall alone and sighing deeply crouched the sorriest crone ...
Bound by the season the layers of fruit when I am making the salad but making it work Layers to ...
A pastor asked me to think about, write about ponder the decision the change in course inexorably to the edge ...
A meadow aglow In the quiet dusk Sitting on the porch Drawn to the field Mason jar in hand Lid ...
Tom Joad had it right His introduction to us all, more in print than film, of a man fixing his ...
From where I lingered in a lull in march outside the sugar-house one night for choice, I called the fireman ...
Lid's on, steam's risin': collard greens, Lord, bubblin' JAZZ! That's appetizin'. (James A. Emanuel)
I'll tell you the story of Balbus, You know, him as builded a wall; I'll tell you the reason he ...
When Memory is full Put on the perfect Lid -- This Morning's finest syllable Presumptuous Evening said -- (Emily Dickinson)
What I see not, I better see -- Through Faith -- my Hazel Eye Has periods of shutting -- But, ...
What mystery pervades a well! That water lives so far -- A neighbor from another world Residing in a jar ...
As willing lid o'er weary eye The Evening on the Day leans Till of all our nature's House Remains but ...
If ever the lid gets off my head And lets the brain away The fellow will go where he belonged ...
As Watchers hang upon the East, As Beggars revel at a feast By savory Fancy spread -- As brooks in ...
A long -- long Sleep -- A famous -- Sleep -- That makes no show for Morn -- By Stretch ...
A great Hope fell You heard no noise The Ruin was within Oh cunning wreck that told no tale And ...
A transport one cannot contain May yet a transport be -- Though God forbid it lift the lid -- Unto ...
Silvered in the dying light she lies a silent sleeping twinkle coloured Eve who heaves and breathes a sinuous sigh ...
You lift the lid in awe, a seat and lid upon an inside stall where you can go, quite unlike ...
The First Voice HE trilled a carol fresh and free, He laughed aloud for very glee: There came a breeze ...
Fair was the evening and brightly the sun Was shining on desert and grove, Sweet were the breezes and balmy ...
a novel by Richard Brautigan THE COVER FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA The cover for Trout Fishing in America is ...
WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA PEACE In San Francisco around Easter time last year, they had a trout fishing ...
I feel horrible. She doesn't love me and I wander around like a sewing machine that's just finished sewing a ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
I Our life is twofold; Sleep hath its own world, A boundary between the things misnamed Death and existence: Sleep ...
WHERE'ER he be, on water or on land, Under pale suns or climes that flames enfold; One of Christ's own, ...
When the molten earth seethed in its whirling cauldron nobody watched the pot from a tall wooden stool set out ...
Once upon a time, in the land of Hush-A-Bye, Around about the wondrous days of yore, They came across a ...
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