To Jessica, Gone Back To The City (Ellis Parker Butler Poem)
Sence fair Jessica hez left us Seems ez ef she hed bereft us, When she went, o' half o' livin'; ...
Poems about maybe (49 Poems)
A Minute (Ellis Parker Butler Poem)
She plucked a blossom fair to see; Upon my coat I let her pin it; And thus we stood beneath ...
The Growth of Love (Robert Seymour Bridges Poem)
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
My young son asks me… (Bertolt Brecht Poem)
My young son asks me: Must I learn mathematics? What is the use, I feel like saying. That two pieces ...
Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
a novel by Richard Brautigan THE COVER FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA The cover for Trout Fishing in America is ...
Part 6 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
THE HUNCHBACK TROUT The creek was made narrow by little green trees that grew too close together. The creek was ...
Part 8 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
A RETURN TO THE COVER OF THIS BOOK Dear Trout Fishing in America: I met your friend Fritz in Washington ...
Part 9 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
SANDBOX MINUS JOHN DILLINGER EQUALS WHAT? Often I return to the cover of Trout Fishing in America. I took the ...
Part 10 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA PEACE In San Francisco around Easter time last year, they had a trout fishing ...
Part 5 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
WORSEWICK Worsewick Hot Springs was nothing fancy. Somebody put some boards across the creek. That was it. The boards dammed ...
Dream Song 107: Three ‘coons come at his garbage. He be cross (John Berryman Poems)
Three 'coons come at his garbage. He be cross, I figuring porcupine & took Sir poker unbarring Mr door, & ...
Dream Song 35: MLA (John Berryman Poem)
Hey, out there!â?"assistant professors, full, associates,â?"instructorsâ?"othersâ?"anyâ?" I have a sing to shay. We are assembled here in the capital city ...
Dream Song 105: As a kid I believed in democracy: I (John Berryman Poem)
As a kid I believed in democracy: I 'saw no alternative'â?"teaching at The Big Place I ah put it in ...
Dream Song 132: A Small Dream (John Berryman Poem)
A Small Dream It was only a small dream of the Golden World, now you trot off to bed. I'll ...
Dream Song 40: I’m scared a lonely. Never see my son (John Berryman Poems)
I'm scared a lonely. Never see my son, easy be not to see anyone, combers out to sea know they're ...
Dream Song 38: The Russian grin bellows his condolence (John Berryman Poem)
The Russian grin bellows his condolence tó the family: ah but it's Kay, & Ted, & Chris & Anne, Henry ...
132. Reply to a Trimming Epistle, received from a Tailor (Robert Burns Poem)
WHAT ails ye now, ye lousie bitch To thresh my back at sic a pitch? Losh, man! hae mercy wi' ...
Here I Am … (Charles Bukowski Poem)
drunk again at 3 a.m. at the end of my 2nd bottle of wine, I have typed from a dozen ...
An Almost Made Up Poem (Charles Bukowski Poem)
I see you drinking at a fountain with tiny blue hands, no, your hands are not tiny they are small, ...
Let It Enfold You (Charles Bukowski Poem)
either peace or happiness, let it enfold you when i was a young man I felt these things were dumb,unsophisticated. ...
Songs For A Colored Singer (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
I A washing hangs upon the line, but it's not mine. None of the things that I can see belong ...
Chemin De Fer (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
Alone on the railroad track I walked with pounding heart. The ties were too close together or maybe too far ...
While Someone Telephones (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
Wasted, wasted minutes that couldn't be worse, minutes of a barbaric condescension. --Stare out the bathroom window at the fir-trees, ...
O Breath (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
Beneath that loved and celebrated breast, silent, bored really blindly veined, grieves, maybe lives and lets live, passes bets, something ...
Filling Station (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
Oh, but it is dirty! --this little filling station, oil-soaked, oil-permeated to a disturbing, over-all black translucency. Be careful with ...
Man in a Window (Ralph Angel Poem)
I don't know man trust is a precious thing a kind of humility Offer it to a snake and get ...
In Every Direction (Ralph Angel Poem)
As if you actually died in that dream and woke up dead. Shadows of untangling vines tumble toward the ceiling. ...
Turns And Movies: Rose And Murray (Conrad Aiken Poem)
After the movie, when the lights come up, He takes her powdered hand behind the wings; She, all in yellow, ...
The House Of Dust: Part 02: 06: Adele And Davis (Conrad Aiken Poem)
She turned her head on the pillow, and cried once more. And drawing a shaken breath, and closing her eyes, ...
Rivulose (A. R. Ammons Poem)
You think the ridge hills flowing, breaking with ups and downs will, though, building constancy into the black foreground for ...