Man of the House (Bob Hicok Poems)
It was a misunderstanding.I got into bed, made lovewith the woman I found there,called her honey, mowed the lawn,had three ...
It was a misunderstanding.I got into bed, made lovewith the woman I found there,called her honey, mowed the lawn,had three ...
But when the days were numbered, then befellThe parting of our Lord — which was to be —Whereby came wailing ...
Three times the glorious god of light, and life, Along the sapphire pavement of the sky Careering,--through the immense of ...
Freedom, thy son is dead!Once more the solemn treadOf the long, slow cortege echoes to throbsOf a nation's heart, and ...
If I sit in the dustFor lauding good wine,Ha, ha! it is just:So sits the vine!Abu Midjan sang as he ...
How blest art thou, canst love the countrey, Wroth, Whether by choyce, or fate, or both!And, though so neere the ...
OH! what is so blithe as through cornfields to roam, When the lark is in heaven and laughter on ...
Emily Mayfield all the daySits and rocks her cradle alone,And never a neighbor comes to sayHow pretty little Cyrus has ...
BETWEEN Holmscote and Hurstcote The river-reaches wind,The whispering trees accept the breeze,The ripple's cool and kind;With love low-whispered 'twixt the ...
On the unstained sward of the gentle slope, Full of valor and nerved by hope, The infantry sways like a ...
Read here: This is the story of Evarra -- man -- Maker of Gods in lands beyond the sea. Because ...
When spring-time flushes the desert grass, Our kafilas wind through the Khyber Pass. Lean are the camels but fat the ...
All winter your brute shoulders strained against collars, padding and steerhide over the ash hames, to haul sledges of cordwood ...
The calendar marks the beginning the start of a new season of life a warming of the world, my part ...
I went to turn the grass once after one Who mowed it in the dew before the sun. The dew ...
It would have been love, I am sure of it, and I held her hand torn between concern and pride ...
Watchman, what of the night? - Storm and thunder and rain, Lights that waver and wane, Leaving the watchfires unlit. ...
Tramp, tramp, the grim road, the road from Mons to Wipers (I've 'ammered out this ditty with me bruised and ...
(The Dark Side) My mind goes back to Fumin Wood, and how we stuck it out, Eight days of hunger, ...
'Twas in the year 1815, and on the 18th day of June, That British cannon, against the French army, loudly ...
each day mowed and mowed his lawn, his dry quarter acre, the machine slicing a wisp from each blade's tip. ...
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