After The Surprising Conversions (Robert Lowell Poems)
September twenty-second, Sir: todayI answer. In the latter part of May,Hard on our Lord's Ascension, it beganTo be more sensible. ...
September twenty-second, Sir: todayI answer. In the latter part of May,Hard on our Lord's Ascension, it beganTo be more sensible. ...
Jason White has come ter town Drivin' his tin peddler's cart,Pans a-bangin' up an' down Like they'd tear theirselves apart;Kittles rattlin' underneath, Coal-hods ...
Do the angels eat apples? I wonder. . . .A bell tinkled under the trees,A shadow along the white roadwayCast ...
TO THE LORD TREASURER OXFORD 1710Atlas, we read in ancient song,Was so exceeding tall and strong,He bore the skies upon ...
Were I a clumsy poetI'd compare you to Helen;Ransack the mythologiesGreek, Chinese and PersianFor a goddess vehementAnd slim: one with ...
Who lives on theFar side of the mountain?All day in the hills,Cuckoos call.Who lives on theFar side of the mountain?Just ...
You come along. . . tearing your shirt. . . yelling about Jesus. Where do you ...
No matter what life you leadthe virgin is a lovely number:cheeks as fragile as cigarette paper,arms and legs made of ...
I remember the excitement and the terrible alarmThat worried everybody when William broke his arm;An' how frantic Pa and Ma ...
There was a bear — his name was Jim,An' children weren't askeered of him,An' he lived in a cave, where ...
He perches in the slime, inert, Bedaubed with iridescent dirt. The oil upon the puddles dries To colours like a ...
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all thro' the house, Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The ...
We like March. His Shoes are Purple -- He is new and high -- Makes he Mud for Dog and ...
A House upon the Height -- That Wagon never reached -- No Dead, were ever carried down -- No Peddler's ...
At five this morn, when Phoebus raised his head From Thetis' lap, I raised myself from bed, And mounting steed, ...
A born salesman, my father made all his dough by selling wool to Fieldcrest, Woolrich and Faribo. A born talker, ...
No matter what life you lead the virgin is a lovely number: cheeks as fragile as cigarette paper, arms and ...
YOU come along. . . tearing your shirt. . . yelling about Jesus. Where do you get that stuff? What ...
I HAVE ransacked the encyclopedias And slid my fingers among topics and titles Looking for you. And the answer comes ...
"Twas the night before Christmas, when all thro' the house, Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The ...
Ploughman, whose gnarly hand yet kindly wheeled Thy plough to ring this solitary tree With clover, whose round plat, reserved ...
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