Big Wind (Theodore Roethke Poems)
Where were the greenhouses going,Lunging into the lashingWind driving waterSo far down the riverAll the faucets stopped?-So we drained the ...
Where were the greenhouses going,Lunging into the lashingWind driving waterSo far down the riverAll the faucets stopped?-So we drained the ...
Their heads together fused, professors scold at me:He's capable - in certain things - but not too serious.But I - ...
A bunch of the boys were whooping it upIn the Malamute Saloon; An American guy from Peckham Rye Was playing ...
We called him "Rags." He was just a cur,But twice, on the Western Line,That little old bunch of faithful furHad ...
Consider Icarus, pasting those sticky wintgs on, testing that strange little tug at his shoulder blade, and think of that ...
if I should sleep with a lady called deathget another man with firmer lips 'to take your new mouth in ...
'Twixt the coastline and the border lay the town of Grog-an'-Grumble In the days before the bushman was a dull ...
The universe expands and contracts like a great heart. It is expanding, the farthest nebulae Rush with the speed of ...
Have you heard of one Humpty Dumpty How he fell with a roll and a rumble And curled up like ...
things don't die or remain damaged but return: stumps grow back hands, a head reconnects to a neck, a whole ...
If you meet literature from Africa Or even their mentors In such works You realize a trait of madness Pumping ...
Forgetting our place to tend and to nurture the garden of the earth given into our hands Taking for granted ...
I was a 20 year old unemployed receptionist with dyed orange dreadlocks sprouting out of my skull. I needed a ...
ANOTHER METHOD OF MAKING WALNUT CATSUP And this is a very small cookbook for Trout Fishing in America as if ...
They tell me that your heart has been found in Iowa, pumping along Interstate 35. Do you want it back? ...
With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I'll rise. Does ...
My doc announced yesterday : "You may have talent, though it's hidden, your beak, however, is frost-bitten, so stick at ...
Consider Icarus, pasting those sticky wintgs on, testing that strange little tug at his shoulder blade, and think of that ...
The same old sprint in the morning, boys, to the same old din and smut; Chained all day to the ...
When I taught you at eight to ride a bicycle, loping along beside you as you wobbled away on two ...
Matches among other things that were not allowed never would be lying high in a cool blue box that opened ...
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