Tortoise Shell (David Herbert Lawrence Poem)
The Cross, the Cross Goes deeper in than we know, Deeper into life; Right into the marrow And through the ...
The Cross, the Cross Goes deeper in than we know, Deeper into life; Right into the marrow And through the ...
It was a Maine lobster town- each morning boatloads of hands pushed off for granite quarries on the islands, and ...
You have helped hold me together. I'd like you to be still. Stop talking or doing anything else for a ...
THE FAIRY TEMPLE; OR, OBERON'S CHAPEL DEDICATED TO MR JOHN MERRIFIELD, COUNSELLOR AT LAW RARE TEMPLES THOU HAST SEEN, I ...
A foggy day on the ocean, my feet in the warm surf, feeling the water lapping, the movement of the ...
a dock, a working pier out into the estuary the pull of the tides, swaying seaweed barnacles, algae, the smell ...
Sweet maple syrup, bitter radish, salad greens Tart lemon, juicy fruits Sour rhubarb, creamy sauces Raw meat, flaky fish rich ...
A lobster pot tossed by the sea onto the rocks wedged in the jetty between the boulders of the breakwater ...
Color mismatch Movement out of place A short, broke yew, late in the summer Dark green, Leather skin Shiny Broken ...
"DON'T they consult the 'Victims,' though?" I said. "They should, by rights, Give them a chance - because, you know, ...
''Tis the voice of the Lobster: I heard him declare 'You have baked me too brown, I must sugar my ...
Plop, plop. The lobster toppled in the pot, fulfilling, dislike man, his destiny, glowing fire-red, succulent, and on the whole ...
Although it is a cold evening, down by one of the fishhouses an old man sits netting, his net, in ...
His face was like a lobster red, His legs were white as mayonnaise: "I've had a jolly lunch," he said, ...
BY day the skyscraper looms in the smoke and sun and has a soul. Prairie and valley, streets of the ...
Eastern Sea, 100 fathoms, green sand, pebbles, broken shells. Off Suno Saki, 60 fathoms, gray sand, pebbles, bubbles rising. Plasma-bearer ...
I am Ebenezer Bleezer, I run BLEEZER'S ICE CREAM STORE, there are flavors in my freezer you have never seen ...
You've asked me what the lobster is weaving there with his golden feet? I reply, the ocean knows this. You ...
Some singers sing of ladies' eyes, And some of ladies lips, Refined ones praise their ladylike ways, And course ones ...
Here at the Super Duper, in a glass tank Supplied by a rill of cold fresh water Running down a ...
Dürer would have seen a reason for living in a town like this, with eight stranded whales to look at; ...
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