A Man Sharpening A Knife (KotaroTakamura Poems)
In silence a knife is being sharpened.Though the sun is already sinking, it is still being sharpened.The back and the ...
In silence a knife is being sharpened.Though the sun is already sinking, it is still being sharpened.The back and the ...
When frost's all on our winder, an' the snow's All out-o'-doors, our "Old-Kriss"-milkman goes A-drivin' round, ist purt'-nigh froze to death, With his ...
"I - The GatheringFather and Mother Lawrence, the boy Joe, Lottie and Elsie, all were full of life, And fond ...
(REPORTED BY TRUTHFUL JAMES)Waltz in, waltz in, ye little kids, and gather round my knee,And drop them books and first ...
"Bill Dwiggins had been Billy thirty years,A boyish name which piqued his clever wife,As if her man were ticketed light-weightOut ...
The Blue Horizon wuz a mine us fellers all thought well uv,And there befell the episode I now perpose to ...
Don't mind me, I beg you, old fellow,--I'll do very well here alone;You must not be kept from your "German" ...
Name of my heroine, simply "Rose;"Surname, tolerable only in prose;Habitat, Paris,--that is whereShe resided for change of air;Aetat twenty; complexion ...
When I bought you for a song,Years ago--Lord knows how long!--I was struck--I may be wrong-- By your features,And--a ...
Last night Pa said to Ma: "My dear, it's gettin' on to fall,It's time I did a little job I ...
"O once in my saddle I used to go dashing, O once in my saddle I used to be gay! ...
Between the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day's occupation, ...
Speaking the words out loud in the hall lips, mustache brushing the skin of the microphone Lips curl in the ...
What conversazzhyonies wuz I really did not know, For that, you must remember, wuz a powerful spell ago; The camp ...
The Blue Horizon wuz a mine us fellers all thought well uv, And there befell the episode I now perpose ...
WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA PEACE In San Francisco around Easter time last year, they had a trout fishing ...
When sunset, a brass gong, vibrate through Couva, is then I see my soul, swiftly unsheathed, like a white cattle ...
If I could blame it all on the weather, the snow like the cadaver's table, the trees turned into knitting ...
You've heard of Julot the apache, and Gigolette, his mome. . . . Montmartre was their hunting-ground, but Belville was ...
You do not do, you do not do Any more, black shoe In which I have lived like a foot ...
For years we've had a little dog, Last year we acquired a big dog; He wasn't big when we got ...
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