Urban Ornaments (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Sneakers on wires, trash in trees urban ornaments overhead drawing eyes upward away from the litter, the flotsam and jetsam ...
Sneakers on wires, trash in trees urban ornaments overhead drawing eyes upward away from the litter, the flotsam and jetsam ...
I am alone on my porch, in the rain. Nightfall is closing in. Now, the island is lonely. The world ...
Life is simple. In my canoe. Strokes in the water propel me forward. I chart my course around the cove. ...
Iterative, coding conventions Six month of our lives Spent casting and recasting The structure of the new environment To bring ...
I'd like to be a cowboy an' ride a fiery hoss Way out into the big an' boundless west; I'd ...
I didn't make you know how glad I was To have you come and camp here on our land. I ...
A winter garden in an alder swamp, Where conies now come out to sun and romp, As near a paradise ...
Thou hast committed- Fornication: but that was in another country, And besides, the wench is dead. The Jew of Malta. ...
Thou hast nor youth nor age But as it were an after dinner sleep Dreaming of both. HERE I am, ...
But let us leave Queen Mab a while, Through many a gate, o'er many a stile, That now had gotten ...
I IN EXCELSIS Two dwellings, Peace, are thine. One is the mountain-height, Uplifted in the loneliness of light Beyond the ...
Of all the Sounds despatched abroad, There's not a Charge to me Like that old measure in the Boughs -- ...
A feather from the Whippoorwill That everlasting -- sings! Whose galleries -- are Sunrise -- Whose Opera -- the Springs ...
Wind of the dead men's feet, Blow down the empty street Of this old city by the sea With news ...
To the melody of "Sheng Sheng Man" I pine and peak And questless seek Groping and moping to linger and ...
An ingenuity too astonishing to be quite fortuitous is this bog full of sundews, sphagnum- lined and shaped like a ...
Tweedledee said to Alice, "You like poetry-" "Ye-es, pretty well-some poetry," Alice said doubtfully. "What shall I repeat to her," ...
You know the brick path in the back of the house, the one you see from the kitchen window, the ...
They are both old Boireann and her she wants to remain in the car hunched regarding the other through the ...
Encase your legs in nylons, Bestride your hills with pylons O age without a soul; Away with gentle willows And ...
NOT in scorn do I reprove thee, Not in pride thy vows I waive, But, believe, I could not love ...
A Short Poem or Else Not Say I True pleasure breathes not city air, Nor in Art's temples dwells, In ...
I know it's a bad title but I'm giving it to myself as a gift on a day nearly canceled ...
WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA PEACE In San Francisco around Easter time last year, they had a trout fishing ...
I recall a boil, whereupon as I had to sit, just where, and when I had to, for deadlines. O ...
WHERE'ER he be, on water or on land, Under pale suns or climes that flames enfold; One of Christ's own, ...
I. The morn when first it thunders in March, The eel in the pond gives a leap, they say: As ...
Overhead the tree-tops meet, Flowers and grass spring 'neath one's feet; There was nought above me, and nought below, My ...
Doleful was the land, Dull on, every side, Neither soft n'or grand, Barren, bleak, and wide; Nothing look'd with love; ...
I The bitterness. the misery, the wretchedness of childhood Put me out of love with God. I can't believe in ...
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