New York City Hard Time Blues (Miguel Pinero Poems)
NYC BluesBig time time hard on on me bluesNew York City hard sunday morning bluesyeahJunkie waking upbones ache trying to ...
NYC BluesBig time time hard on on me bluesNew York City hard sunday morning bluesyeahJunkie waking upbones ache trying to ...
I once did know a Turkish manWhom I upon a two-pair-back met,His name it was EFFENDI KHANBACKSHEESH PASHA BEN ALLAH ...
Awake, arise, the hour is come,For rows and revolutions;There's no receipt like pike and drumFor crazy constitutions.Close, close the shop! ...
(MON TOMBEAU) What! whilst I'm well, beforehand you design, At vast expense, for me to build a shrine? Friends, 'tis absurd! to no ...
Judge Sawyer, whom in vain the people triedTo push from power, here is laid aside.Death only from the bench could ...
Originally addressed to a Young Gentleman, who, entering under the banners of Mars, signalized himself in the service of his ...
Italia! in thy bleeding heart, I thought, e'en hope was dead;That from thy scarred and prostrate form, The spark of ...
Ignoble hate, defeating its own ends!The act that meant dishonor, working glory!Could any mausoleum built by handsLift his sweet memory ...
Is there a Death? The light of dayAt eventide shall fade away;From out the sod's eternal gloomThe flowers, in their ...
Under this loop of honeysuckle, A creeping, coloured caterpillar, I gnaw the fresh green hawthorn spray, I nibble it leaf ...
I What new element before us unborn in nature? Is there a new thing under the Sun? At last inquisitive ...
Forget! The lady with the Amulet Forget she wore it at her Heart Because she breathed against Was Treason twixt? ...
Like beautiful bodies of the dead who had not grown old and they shut them, with tears, in a magnificent ...
Bells are booming down the bohreens, White the mist along the grass, Now the Julias, Maeves and Maureens Move between ...
NAPOLEON shifted, Restless in the old sarcophagus And murmured to a watchguard: "Who goes there?" "Twenty-one million men, Soldiers, armies, ...
In flat America, in Chicago, Graceland cemetery on the German North Side. Forty feet of Corinthian candle celebrate Pullman embedded ...
If the moon smiled, she would resemble you. You leave the same impression Of something beautiful, but annihilating. Both of ...
Bare-handed, I hand the combs. The man in white smiles, bare-handed, Our cheesecloth gauntlets neat and sweet, The throats of ...
Somebody is shooting at something in our town -- A dull pom, pom in the Sunday street. Jealousy can open ...
Ye sons of Germany, your noble Emperor William now is dead. Who oft great armies to battle hath led; He ...
(To a Man who maintained that the Mausoleum is the Stateliest Possible Manner of Interment) I would be one with ...
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