Willie Pennington (Edgar Lee Masters Poems)
They called me the weakling, the simpleton,For my brothers were strong and beautiful,While I, the last child of parents who ...
They called me the weakling, the simpleton,For my brothers were strong and beautiful,While I, the last child of parents who ...
I like to find what's not found at once, but lies within something of another nature, in repose, distinct. Gull ...
Never let me lose the marvel of your statue-like eyes, or the accent the solitary rose of your breath places ...
ENDYMION. A Poetic Romance. "THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN AN ANTIQUE SONG." INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON. Book ...
My father's head has become a mystery to him. We finally have something in common. When he moves his head ...
I am like a jackfruit on the tree. To taste you must plug me quick, while fresh: the skin rough, ...
for T. P. Flanagan We have no prairies To slice a big sun at evening-- Everywhere the eye concedes to ...
I came with the rising sun and I've brought nothing but two eyes, all I have, simply two eyes, for ...
"Bright with sunny periods some cloud, occasional showers" says the local TV forecast. It has been persistently precipitating for more ...
As I was carving images from clouds, And tinting them with soft ethereal dyes Pressed from the pulp of dreams, ...
I fled Him down the nights and down the days I fled Him down the arches of the years I ...
If you're up against a bruiser and you're getting knocked about -- Grin. If you're feeling pretty groggy, and you're ...
"There's something in your face, Michael, I've seen it all the day; There's something quare that wasn't there when first ...
MORNING and evening Maids heard the goblins cry: "Come buy our orchard fruits, Come buy, come buy: Apples and quinces, ...
When I was dead, my spirit turned To seek the much-frequented house: I passed the door, and saw my friends ...
for Susan O'Neill Roe What a thrill ---- My thumb instead of an onion. The top quite gone Except for ...
America, from a grain of maize you grew to crown with spacious lands the ocean foam. A grain of maize ...
When I eat crab, slide the rosy rubbery claw across my tongue I think of my mother. She'd drive down ...
This, then, is she, My mother as she looked at seventeen, When she first met my father. Young incredibly, Younger ...
O, for that warning voice, which he, who saw The Apocalypse, heard cry in Heaven aloud, Then when the Dragon, ...
They called me the weakling, the simpleton, For my brothers were strong and beautiful, While I, the last child of ...
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