Memories of West Street and Lepke (Robert Lowell Poem)
Only teaching on Tuesdays, book-worming in pajamas fresh from the washer each morning, I hog a whole house on Boston's ...
Only teaching on Tuesdays, book-worming in pajamas fresh from the washer each morning, I hog a whole house on Boston's ...
BOOK I Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from ...
on a deformed request in a train lavatory gentlemen lift the sea be all of you the modern muscular mountains ...
I watch you walk up our front path, the entire right side of your body, stiff and unbending, your leg, ...
In the fairy tale the sky makes of itself a coat because it needs you to put it on. How ...
Shall I move the flowers again? Shall I put them further to the left into the light? Win that fix ...
Cool black night thru redwoods cars parked outside in shade behind the gate, stars dim above the ravine, a fire ...
I hope my good old asshole holds out 60 years it's been mostly OK Tho in Bolivia a fissure operation ...
Not, exactly, green: closer to bronze preserved in kind brine, something retrieved from a Greco-Roman wreck, patinated and oddly muscular. ...
Because the road to our house is a back road, meadowlands punctuated by gravel quarry and lumberyard, there are unexpected ...
'Tis morning; and the sun, with ruddy orb Ascending, fires th' horizon: while the clouds, That crowd away before the ...
"You are old, Father william," the young man said, "And your hair has become very white; And yet you incessantly ...
THE AUTOPSY OF TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA This is the autopsy of Trout Fishing in America as if Trout Fishing ...
WORSEWICK Worsewick Hot Springs was nothing fancy. Somebody put some boards across the creek. That was it. The boards dammed ...
I. The morn when first it thunders in March, The eel in the pond gives a leap, they say: As ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
Isn't one of your prissy richpeoples' swans Wouldn't be at home on some pristine pond Chooses the whole stinking shoreline, ...
Call the roller of big cigars, The muscular one, and bid him whip In kitchen cups concupiscent curds. Let the ...
On my desk, a set of labels or a synopsis of leeks, blanched by the sun and trailing their roots ...
It was somewhere up the country, in a land of rock and scrub, That they formed an institution called the ...
Once played to attentive faces music has broken its frame its bodice of always-weak laces the entirely promiscuous art pours ...
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