1926 (Weldon Kees Poem)
The porchlight coming on again, Early November, the dead leaves Raked in piles, the wicker swing Creaking. Across the lots ...
The porchlight coming on again, Early November, the dead leaves Raked in piles, the wicker swing Creaking. Across the lots ...
He climbed to the top of one of those million white pines set out across the emptying pastures of the ...
I eat oatmeal for breakfast. I make it on the hot plate and put skimmed milk on it. I eat ...
(For the Rev. John J. Burke, C. S. P.) There was a murkier tinge in London's air As if the ...
Keen, fitful gusts are whisp'ring here and there Among the bushes half leafless, and dry; The stars look very cold ...
What though, for showing truth to flattered state, Kind Hunt was shut in prison, yet has he, In his immortal ...
Tim Turpin he was gravel-blind, And ne'er had seen the skies : For Nature, when his head was made, Forgot ...
There is May in books forever; May will part from Spenser never; May's in Milton, May's in Prior, May's in ...
'TERENCE, this is stupid stuff: You eat your victuals fast enough; There can't be much amiss, 'tis clear, To see ...
THERE was a giant in time of old, A mighty one was he; He had a wife, but she was ...
(The 110th anniversary of the completion of the "Decline and Fall" at the same hour and place) A spirit seems ...
The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods ...
What could be dafter Than John Skelton's laughter? What sound more tenderly Than his pretty poetry? So where to rank ...
Of all the opry-houses then obtaining in the West The one which Milton Tootle owned was, by all odds, the ...
When I am in New York, I like to drop around at night, To visit with my honest, genial friends, ...
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
I Lover of beauty, walking on the height Of pure philosophy and tranquil song; Born to behold the visions that ...
"Me too, perchance, in future days, The sculptured stone shall show, With Paphian myrtle or with bays Parnassian on my ...
If dead, we cease to be ; if total gloom Swallow up life's brief flash for aye, we fare As ...
LEANDER. No more of Memphis and her mighty kings, Or Alexandria, where the Ptolomies. Taught golden commerce to unfurl her ...
And art thou he, now "fallen on evil days," And changed indeed! Yet what do this sunk cheek, These thinner ...
Milton, our noblest poet, in the grace Of youth, in those fair eyes and clustering hair, That brow untouched by ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF 'WAT TYLER' 'A Daniel come to judgment! ...
Just for a handful of silver he left us, Just for a riband to stick in his coat- Found the ...
O THOU! whatever title suit thee- Auld Hornie, Satan, Nick, or Clootie, Wha in yon cavern grim an' sootie, Clos'd ...
HAIL, Poesie! thou Nymph reserv'd! In chase o' thee, what crowds hae swerv'd Frae common sense, or sunk enerv'd 'Mang ...
The Argument. Rintrah roars & shakes his fires in the burdend air; Hungry clouds swag on the deep Once meek, ...
ah, christ, what a CREW: more poetry, always more P O E T R Y . if it doesn't come, ...
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