Poems On Time (Rabindranath Tagore Poems)
The butterfly counts not months but moments,and has time enough.~Time is a wealth of change,but the clock in its parody ...
The butterfly counts not months but moments,and has time enough.~Time is a wealth of change,but the clock in its parody ...
. . . party on the stage of the Earl Carroll Theatre onFeb. 23. At this party Joyce Hawley, a ...
A parody of Edgar Lee Masters' "Spoon River Anthology," wherein characters from famous poems and novels recite their own epithets.ANNABEL ...
The little village sleeps to-day,Save but for children at their play.The white clouds show their snowy breastAbove Glen-Aylmer's grassy crest.And ...
A ParodyJohn A. Calhoun, my Joe John, "I wonder what you mean?"You're always getting in some scrape and getting off ...
Imperial Adam, naked in the dew,Felt his brown flanks and found the rib was gonePuzzled he turned and saw where, ...
Break his spirit, until heWrite for popularity.If he thirst, bid him drinkFloods of sentimental ink;Then, with inspiration spent,Make him Poetry ...
What's the sky? What are stars? Aren't they simply blue eyes? What's the moon? Not an eyebrow bent like a ...
(With deep bows to Adelaide Anne Proctor's heirs, administrators and assigns.)Before I trust my ...
An ignominious monster and uncouth Who crouches in a Satanic attitude, The naked parody of some vital truth Concealed from ...
Parody on Lord Strangford's "Just like Love." JUST like Hope is yonder bow, That from the center bends so low, ...
For those who grab the spotlight sit in righteous judgment Casting the first stone against their fellow. A harsh mirror, ...
I am THE SEX GODDESS OF THE WESTERN HEMISPHERE so don't mess with me I've got a big bag full ...
Whangaehu waters, hot-spilled from the cauldron of Crater Lake, swirling mud-green from the cup between Tahurangi and Pyramid Peak, sulphurous, ...
You awaken this time with a welcoming smile, an experience sublime, not a dream - the boner from Hell has ...
When forests walked and fishes flew And figs grew upon thorn, Some moment when the moon was blood, Then, surely, ...
for Brenda Williams The dawn cracked with ice, with fire grumbling in the grate, With ire in the homes we ...
when we were here together in a place we did not know, nor one another. A bit of grass held ...
How this tart fable instructs And mocks! Here's the parody of that moral mousetrap Set in the proverbs stitched on ...
Winter is icummen in, Lhude sing Goddamm. Raineth drop and staineth slop, And how the wind doth ramm! Sing: Goddamm. ...
Earth and water without form, change, or pause: as if the third day had not come, this calm norm of ...
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