Surprise (Richard Brautigan Poem)
I lift the toliet seat as if it were the nest of a bird and I see cat tracks all ...
I lift the toliet seat as if it were the nest of a bird and I see cat tracks all ...
Spring rain leaking through the roof dripping from the wasps' nest. (Matsuo Basho)
I would I were a careless child, Still dwelling in my highland cave, Or roaming through the dusky wild, Or ...
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
I. Oh! Weep for those that wept by Babel's stream, Whose shrines are desolate, whose land a dream, Weep for ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
I My hair is gray, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have ...
When, by decree of the supreme power, The Poet appears in this annoyed world, His mother, blasphemous out of horror ...
I. Said Abner, ``At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak, ``Kiss my cheek, wish me well!'' ...
This is a spray the Bird clung to, Making it blossom with pleasure, Ere the high tree-top she sprung to, ...
A Child's Story Hamelin Town's in Brunswick, By famous Hanover city; The river Weser, deep and wide, Washes its wall ...
THE ROBIN to the Wren's nest Cam keekin' in, cam keekin' in; O weel's me on your auld pow, Wad ...
O LEEZE me on my spinnin' wheel, And leeze me on my rock and reel; Frae tap to tae that ...
O LUVE will venture in where it daur na weel be seen, O luve will venture in where wisdom ance ...
MY lov'd, my honour'd, much respected friend! No mercenary bard his homage pays; With honest pride, I scorn each selfish ...
On the fair green hills of Rio There grows a fearful stain: The poor who come to Rio And can't ...
At six o'clock we were waiting for coffee, waiting for coffee and the charitable crumb that was going to be ...
For Robert Lowell This is the time of year when almost every night the frail, illegal fire balloons appear. Climbing ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
Beloved, let us once more praise the rain. Let us discover some new alphabet, For this, the often praised; and ...
Doleful was the land, Dull on, every side, Neither soft n'or grand, Barren, bleak, and wide; Nothing look'd with love; ...
Here the white-ray'd anemone is born, Wood-sorrel, and the varnish'd buttercup; And primrose in its purfled green swathed up, Pallid ...
O flower at my window Why blossom you so fair, With your green and purple cup Upturned to sun and ...
Long ago in a poultry yard One dull November morn, Beneath a motherly soft wing A little goose was born. ...
Now the day is done, Now the shepherd sun Drives his white flocks from the sky; Now the flowers rest ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
On Rabbi Kook's Street I walk without this good man-- A streiml he wore for prayer A silk top hat ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
MY lord, I know your noble ear Woe ne'er assails in vain; Embolden'd thus, I beg you'll hear Your humble ...
THERE was a lass, and she was fair, At kirk or market to be seen; When a' our fairest maids ...
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