Two Kopjes (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
(Made Yeomanry towards End of Boer War) Only two African kopjes, Only the cart-tracks that wind Empty and open between ...
(Made Yeomanry towards End of Boer War) Only two African kopjes, Only the cart-tracks that wind Empty and open between ...
"These were never your true love's eyes. Why do you feign that you love them? You that broke from their ...
The butcher knife goes in, first, at the top And carves out the round stemmed lid, The hole of which ...
Drunk, I kissed the moon where it stretched on the floor. I'd removed happiness from a green bottle, both sipped ...
Mount Kearsarge shines with ice; from hemlock branches snow slides onto snow; no stream, creek, or river budges but remains ...
The piper coming from far away is you With a whitewash brush for a sporran Wobbling round you, a kitchen ...
stylised tulips - this is what the card says and they have that nineteen-twenties' feel of those bright young things ...
the great thing about the tall white daisy is that it knows how to laugh at itself some flowers for ...
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SOME time ago from Rome, in smart array, A younger brother homeward bent his way, Not much improved, as frequently ...
IN Eastern climes, by means considered new; The Mount's old-man, with terrors would pursue; His large domains howe'er were not ...
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They let me in. I went right up to the nursery and climbed into the crib, and assumed the famous ...
I had sex with a famous poet last night and when I rolled over and found myself beside him I ...
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We came to find the place contained in legendary tracts, the hidden land of fulsome wealth that we had sorely ...
Dawn has reached the ridges to the north and a thin line of light chased the night west; it is ...
It was a storefront for a small-time numbers runner, pretending to be some sort of grocery. Coffeemakers and Bustello cans ...
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, the mountain in back of the lake promised us ...
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George was lying in his trailer, flat on his back, watching a small portable T.V. His dinner dishes were undone, ...
This is not my home. How did I get so far from water? It must be over that way somewhere. ...
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
I. Moonlight silvers the tops of trees, Moonlight whitens the lilac shadowed wall And through the evening fall, Clearly, as ...
Something strange is creeping across me. La Celestina has only to warble the first few bars Of "I Thought about ...
I sit here on the 2nd floor hunched over in yellow pajamas still pretending to be a writer. some damned ...
a symphony orchestra. there is a thunderstorm, they are playing a Wagner overture and the people leave their seats under ...
No two are identical though they begin from the same point in time the same point in the dream when ...
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