Elegy For Martin Luther King (Leopold Sedhar Senghor Poems)
(IV of V)(for jazz orchestra)IVIt was the fourth of April, nineteen hundred and sixty-eight,A spring evening in a grey neighborhood, ...
(IV of V)(for jazz orchestra)IVIt was the fourth of April, nineteen hundred and sixty-eight,A spring evening in a grey neighborhood, ...
Just once before I dieI want to climb up on atenement skyto dream my lungs out tillI crythen scatter my ...
In the first rise and infancy of farce,When fools were many, and when plays were scarceThe raw unpractis'd authors could, ...
The pomps of butchery, financial power,Told 'em to die in war, and then to save,Then cut their saving to the ...
TO David Garrick, Esq;——— Ridiculum acriFortius ac melius magnas plerumque secat res. HoracePreface:The Author begs Leave to premise, that in ...
Oh! hideous fiend, of form uncouth, With jaundic'd eye, and canker'd tooth, Fell Envy, why dost thou profane The labours ...
Peter the 'Ermit was a 'oly bloke, The parson sez, "wot chivvied coves to war." "Too right," I ...
. . . party on the stage of the Earl Carroll Theatre onFeb. 23. At this party Joyce Hawley, a ...
Goya drew a pig on a wall. The five-year-old hairdresser's son Saw, graved on a silver tray, The lion; and ...
Come all Australia's sons to me — A hero has been slainAnd cowardly butchered in his sleep ...
With quiet heart, I climbed the hill,from which one can see, the city, complete,hospitals, brothels, purgatory, hell,prison, where every sin ...
Only teaching on Tuesdays, book-worming in pajamas fresh from the washer each morning, I hog a whole house on Boston's ...
In pious times, ere priest-craft did begin, Before polygamy was made a sin; When man, on many, multipli'd his kind, ...
Budger of history Brake of time You Bomb Toy of universe Grandest of all snatched sky I cannot hate you ...
The only thing I miss about Los Angeles is the Hollywood Freeway at midnight, windows down and radio blaring bearing ...
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, the mountain in back of the lake promised us ...
KIND Sir, I've read your paper through, And faith, to me, 'twas really new! How guessed ye, Sir, what maist ...
Much wine had passed, with grave discourse Of who fucks who, and who does worse (Such as you usually do ...
ARMOUR AVENUE was the name of this street and door signs on empty houses read "The Silver Dollar," "Swede Annie" ...
After two sittings, now our Lady State To end her picture does the third time wait. But ere thou fall'st ...
In Lake Forest, a suburb of Chicago, a woman sits at her desk to write me a letter. She holds ...
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