Unpublished (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
It is funny; feels strange being so exposed, so public so many poems, so many thoughts, passions, ideas, blurted out ...
It is funny; feels strange being so exposed, so public so many poems, so many thoughts, passions, ideas, blurted out ...
Oh the pen flowed jumped to the words found the voice Talked the talk said his piece next to them ...
Though skilled in Latin and in Greek, And earning fifty cents a week, Such knowledge, and the income, too, Should ...
SOLICITED I've been to give a tale, In which (though true, decorum must prevail), The subject from a picture shall ...
No sooner, FLAVIO, was you gone, But, your Injunction thought upon, ARDELIA took the Pen; Designing to perform the Task, ...
WITH such a Pulse, with such disorder'd Veins, Such lab'ring Breath, as thy Disease constrains; With failing Eyes, that scarce ...
At the end there were straws in her glove compartment, I'd split them open to taste the familiar bitter residue, ...
The poster with my picture on it Is hanging on the bulletin board in the Post Office. I stand by ...
Now that they've got it settled whose I be, I'm going to tell them something they won't like: They've got ...
The house had gone to bring again To the midnight sky a sunset glow. Now the chimney was all of ...
One day, little Albert Ramsbottom To see 'ow much money 'e'd got Stuck a knife in 'is money-box slot 'ole ...
Albert were what you'd call "thwarted". He had long had an ambition, which... Were to save up and go to ...
They sleep well here, These fisher-folk who passed their anxious days In fierce Atlantic ways; And found not there, Beneath ...
'A letter from my love to-day! Oh, unexpected, dear appeal!' She struck a happy tear away, And broke the crimson ...
But let us leave Queen Mab a while, Through many a gate, o'er many a stile, That now had gotten ...
Well then; the promis'd hour is come at last; The present age of wit obscures the past: Strong were our ...
Her final Summer was it -- And yet We guessed it not -- If tenderer industriousness Pervaded Her, We thought ...
This morning, coffee in hand, standing at the kitchen window thinking of things that need to be done I contemplated ...
Have you switched to Beta yet? It's an even bet that if you have you quite regret your impulse to ...
It rained throughout the night, a truly welcome sound that eases sleep although we barely slept - we were distressed ...
The double 12 sorwe of Troilus to tellen, That was the king Priamus sone of Troye, In lovinge, how his ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
From a letter from STC to Wordsworth after writing The Nightingale: In stale blank verse a subject stale I send ...
As one who strives a hill to climb, Who never climbed before: Who finds it, in a little time, Grow ...
"DON'T they consult the 'Victims,' though?" I said. "They should, by rights, Give them a chance - because, you know, ...
"OH, when I was a little Ghost, A merry time had we! Each seated on his favourite post, We chumped ...
The ladye she stood at her lattice high, Wi' her doggie at her feet; Thorough the lattice she can spy ...
Sent to a friend who had complained that I was glad enough to see him when he came, but didn't ...
Baudelaire considers you his brother, and Fielding calls out to you every few paragraphs as if to make sure you ...
Today we woke up to a revolution of snow, its white flag waving over everything, the landscape vanished, not a ...
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