Hence These Years (Bert Leston Taylor Poems)
To charitable deeds I'm not addicted, For sentiment I do not care a prune,And yet I weep at poverty ...
To charitable deeds I'm not addicted, For sentiment I do not care a prune,And yet I weep at poverty ...
If I had lived in Franklin's time I'm most afraid that I,Beholding him out in the rain, a kite about ...
Bees build around red liver, Ants build around black bone. It has begun: the tearing, the trampling on silks, It ...
Ships — they're all right, said Murphy, "for all you hear folks tell.There some shoves their bows under in a ...
You would not believe, would youThat I came from good Welsh stock?That I was purer blooded than the white trash ...
I bring everything I find. Not everything that glitters is gold. But I pick upeverything that glitters. In the drawer ...
"Hullo, Alice!" "Hullo, Leon!" "Say, Alice, gi' me a couple O' them two for five cigars, Will yer?" "Where's your ...
1. Cogida and death At five in the afternoon. It was exactly five in the afternoon. A boy brought the ...
America I've given you all and now I'm nothing. America two dollars and twentyseven cents January 17, 1956. I can't ...
a novel by Richard Brautigan THE COVER FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA The cover for Trout Fishing in America is ...
I have a life that did not become, that turned aside and stopped, astonished: I hold it in me like ...
My business is words. Words are like labels, or coins, or better, like swarming bees. I confess I am only ...
A New Version: 1980 What is that little black thing I see there in the white? Walt Whitman One Out ...
One of the Down and Out--that's me. Stare at me well, ay, stare! Stare and shrink--say! you wouldn't think that ...
I SAW a telegram handed a two hundred pound man at a desk. And the little scrap of paper charged ...
PIETRO has twenty red and blue balloons on a string. They flutter and dance pulling Pietro's arm. A nickel apiece ...
RUM tiddy um, tiddy um, tiddy um tum tum. My knees are loose-like, my feet want to sling their selves. ...
YOUR western heads here cast on money, You are the two that fade away together, Partners in the mist. Lunging ...
This is a song to celebrate banks, Because they are full of money and you go into them and all ...
Did my widow flit about From Mackinac to Los Angeles, Resting and bathing and sitting an hour Or more at ...
You would not believe, would you That I came from good Welsh stock? That I was purer blooded than the ...
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