The Feast Of Stephen (Anthony Hecht Poems)
I The coltish horseplay of the locker room, Moist with the steam of the tiled shower stalls, With shameless blends ...
I The coltish horseplay of the locker room, Moist with the steam of the tiled shower stalls, With shameless blends ...
About me leagues of houses lie, Above me, grim and straight and high, They climb; the terraces lean up Like ...
The miller leaned o'er the oaken door,Quaint shadows swung on the dusty floor,The spider toiled in the dust o'erhead,With restless ...
Down the picket-guarded lane Rolled the comfort-laden wain, Cheered by shouts that shook the plain, Soldier-like and merry: ...
Winter nears. Once morethe bear's secret retreatwill vanish under mud's floor,to a child's fretful grief. Huts will wake in the ...
AUSPICIOUS morn, com'st opportune, unbought?Bring'st thou glad furtherance in thy rosy train?Speed then, my chariot, following fast my thought,And distance ...
To drive Paul out of any lumber camp All that was needed was to say to him, "How is the ...
Serene, almost angelic, the lights of the city attend upon lumbering behemoths shrilly screeching displeasure; they say that nothing is ...
All things uncomely and broken, all things worn out and old, The cry of a child by the roadway, the ...
The directions to the lunatic asylum were confusing, more likely they were the random associations and confused ramblings of a ...
--New Orleans, November 1910 Four weeks have passed since I left, and still I must write to you of no ...
for Brenda Williams The dawn cracked with ice, with fire grumbling in the grate, With ire in the homes we ...
The directions to the lunatic asylum were confusing, more likely they were the random associations and confused ramblings of a ...
Sun on the mountain, Shade in the valley, Ripple and lightness Leaping along the world, Sun, like a gold sword ...
"the withness of the body" --Whitehead The heavy bear who goes with me, A manifold honey to smear his face, ...
I've never ceased to curse the day I signed A seven years' bargain for the Golden Fleece. 'Twas a bad ...
MORNING and evening Maids heard the goblins cry: "Come buy our orchard fruits, Come buy, come buy: Apples and quinces, ...
The Triumph of Wit Over Suffering Head alone shows you in the prodigious act Of digesting what centuries alone digest: ...
Kanzo Makame, the diver, sturdy and small Japanee, Seeker of pearls and of pearl-shell down in the depths of the ...
[The late Mr. Jonathan Swift Somers, laureate of Spoon River, planned The Spooniad as an epic in twenty-four books, but ...
Their shadow dims the sunshine of our day, As they go lumbering across the sky, Squawking in joy of feeling ...
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