The Fly (General George S Patton Jnr Poems)
O, sweet slight friendWho frolics freeO'er cactus plainOr sandy lee, No one can lonelyLong remainWhile hearkening toThy blithe refrain When ...
O, sweet slight friendWho frolics freeO'er cactus plainOr sandy lee, No one can lonelyLong remainWhile hearkening toThy blithe refrain When ...
Come on, ye critics! Find one fault who dare, For, read it backward like a witch's prayer, 'Twill do as ...
Nothing is plumb, level, or square: the studs are bowed, the joists are shaky by nature, no piece fits ...
To what purpose, April, do you return again? Beauty is not enough. You can no longer quiet me with ...
Dim, as the borrow'd beams of moon and stars To lonely, weary, wand'ring travellers, Is reason to the soul; and ...
On the Columbia River near Vantage, Washington, we fished for whitefish in the winter months; my dad, Swede- Mr. Lindgren-and ...
The kind old face, the egg-shaped head, The tie, discreetly loud, The loosely fitting shooting clothes, A closely fitting shroud. ...
"Thou thoughtest that I was altogether such a one as thyself." (David, Psalms 50.21) ['Will sprawl, now that the heat ...
THROUGH and through th' inspir'd leaves, Ye maggots, make your windings; But O respect his lordship's taste, And spare his ...
YE maggots, feed on Nicol's brain, For few sic feasts you've gotten; And fix your claws in Nicol's heart, For ...
The disorganization to which I currently belong has skipped several meetings in a row which is a pattern I find ...
Now warm with ministerial ire, Fierce sallied forth our loyal 'Squire, And on his striding steps attends His desperate clan ...
1 TO think of time-of all that retrospection! To think of to-day, and the ages continued henceforward! Have you guess'd ...
1 AS I sat alone, by blue Ontario's shore, As I mused of these mighty days, and of peace return'd, ...
The disorganization to which I currently belong has skipped several meetings in a row which is a pattern I find ...
My doctor, the comedian I called you every time and made you laugh yourself when I wrote this silly rhyme... ...
I I see the boys of summer in their ruin Lay the gold tithings barren, Setting no store by harvest, ...
From love's first fever to her plague, from the soft second And to the hollow minute of the womb, From ...
Live or die, but don't poison everything... Well, death's been here for a long time -- it has a hell ...
(March, 1919)A LIAR goes in fine clothes. A liar goes in rags. A liar is a liar, clothes or no ...
To what purpose, April, do you return again? Beauty is not enough. You can no longer quiet me with the ...
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