Peace (Patrick Kavanagh Poem)
And sometimes I am sorry when the grass Is growing over the stones in quiet hollows And the cocksfoot leans ...
And sometimes I am sorry when the grass Is growing over the stones in quiet hollows And the cocksfoot leans ...
for C. G. Macdonald, 1956-2006 Charlie, sunrise is a three-legged mongrel dog, going deaf, already blind in one eye, answering ...
Spring wafts up the smell of bus exhaust, of bread and fried potatoes, tips green on the branches, repeats old ...
Between my finger and my thumb The squat pin rest; snug as a gun. Under my window, a clean rasping ...
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Dinner after dinner, as the weather changed we enjoyed, were warmed, comforted by staples, meals we love, count on hearty ...
We sat sated in the den ready for pie; but not quite needing to sit a bit, settle our bloated ...
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Grandma, come back, I forgot How much lard for these rolls Think you can put yourself in the ground Like ...
Over back where they speak of life as staying ('You couldn't call it living, for it ain't'), There was an ...
A NEIGHBOR of mine in the village Likes to tell how one spring When she was a girl on the ...
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There is a section in my library for death and another for Irish history, a few shelves for the poetry ...
I am standing on a disused iron bridge that was erected in 1902, according to the iron plaque bolted into ...
The kind old face, the egg-shaped head, The tie, discreetly loud, The loosely fitting shooting clothes, A closely fitting shroud. ...
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Harvest moon-- called at his house, he was digging potatoes. (Yosa Buson)
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O THOU, who in the heavens does dwell, Who, as it pleases best Thysel', Sends ane to heaven an' ten ...
I cut the middle fingernail of the middle finger right hand real short and I began rubbing along her cunt ...
More like a vault -- you pull the handle out and on the shelves: not a lot, and what there ...
I bought a dollar and a half's worth of small red potatoes, took them home, boiled them in their jackets ...
The day comes slowly in the railyard behind the ice factory. It broods on one cinder after another until each ...
A man roams the streets with a basket of freestone peaches hollering, "Peaches, peaches, yellow freestone peaches for sale." My ...
On March 1, 1958, four deserters from the French Army of North Africa, August Rein, Henri Bruette, Jack Dauville, & ...
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