Sad Steps (Philip Larkin Poem)
Groping back to bed after a piss I part the thick curtains, and am startled by The rapid clouds, the ...
Groping back to bed after a piss I part the thick curtains, and am startled by The rapid clouds, the ...
The men kept to themselves: they were waiting for the swiftness of the last cyclists. The women kept to themselves: ...
'My father still reads the dictionary every day. He says your life depends on your power to master words.' Arthur ...
The piper coming from far away is you With a whitewash brush for a sporran Wobbling round you, a kitchen ...
now pay attention (said the teacher) and look up here the children looked up this is william shakespeare four centuries ...
heeley (sheffield) autumn 1988 dodging the broken bottles dog-shit the pavement spew i wheel my young son matthew through the ...
(a) radical ban all fires and places where people congregate to create comfort put an end to sleep good cooking ...
professor piebald (the oldest man in the home) was meek at the same time ribald he clothed his matter (so ...
They have grafted pieces of an ape with a dog. . . Then, what they have, wants to live in ...
What is better than leaving a bar in the middle of the afternoon besides staying in it or not having ...
THE PROLOGUE. WHEN folk had laughed all at this nice case Of Absolon and Hendy Nicholas, Diverse folk diversely they ...
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
"When I hit her on the head, it was good, and then I did it to her a couple of ...
A RETURN TO THE COVER OF THIS BOOK Dear Trout Fishing in America: I met your friend Fritz in Washington ...
WORSEWICK Worsewick Hot Springs was nothing fancy. Somebody put some boards across the creek. That was it. The boards dammed ...
starving there, sitting around the bars, and at night walking the streets for hours, the moonlight always seemed fake to ...
I see you drinking at a fountain with tiny blue hands, no, your hands are not tiny they are small, ...
DIRE was the hate at old Harlaw, That Scot to Scot did carry; And dire the discord Langside saw For ...
here I am in the ground my mouth open and I can't even say mama, and the dogs run by ...
I was shacked with a 24 year old girl from New York City for two weeks- about the time of ...
I can remember starving in a small room in a strange city shades pulled down, listening to classical music I ...
good weather is like good women- it doesn't always happen and when it does it doesn't always last. man is ...
A rainbow comes pouring into my window, I am electrified. Songs burst from my breast, all my crying stops, mistory ...
Morning again, nothing has to be done, maybe buy a piano or make fudge. At least clean the room up ...
After two sittings, now our Lady State To end her picture does the third time wait. But ere thou fall'st ...
Green fingers holding the hillside, mustard whipping in the sea winds, one blood-bright poppy breathing in and out. The odor ...
People sit numbly at the counter waiting for breakfast or service. Today it's Hartford, Connecticut more than twenty-five years after ...
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