The Suicide (James Weldon Johnson Poems)
For fifty years,Cruel, insatiable Old World.You have punched me over the heartTill you made me cough blood.The few paltry things ...
For fifty years,Cruel, insatiable Old World.You have punched me over the heartTill you made me cough blood.The few paltry things ...
The skin of light enveloping this world lacks depth and I can actually see the black night of all thesesimilar ...
The baker-man was kneading doughAnd whistling softly, sweet and lough.Yet ever and anon he'd coughAs though his head were coming ...
Stump-littered hillocks, desolate and bare,Can anyone believe you once were fair?Where are your former charms? Where did they go?Where is ...
An'—wilt—yeh—take—this—woman—fer—to—be Yer—wedded—wife?— . . . O, strike me! Will I wot?Take 'er? Doreen? 'E stan's there arstin' me! As if ...
Follow the river and cross the ford, Follow again to the wobbly bridge,Turn to the left at the notice board, ...
At any other time of yearIt might have passed, but Spring is queer. He says somethin' - I dunno - ...
We were cartin' lathes and palin's from the slopes of Mount St. Leonard,With our axles near the road-bed and the ...
Now Yavapai Pete was a cowpuncher neat,From Arizona's fair clime.Lived in his saddle and punched most the cattleFrom here to ...
Gentle brother, answer truly, Tell what you be.But, I pray, tax not unduly Your sagacitee.Is your brand u-ni-fi-cation -Is't, or ...
The students drowsed and drownedin the Teacher's ponderous monotone -limp bodies loping in the wordy heat,melted and run together, desk ...
The friends rightly named of the paralytic carried to where Jesus was not stopped by the barrier taking it on ...
"OH, when I was a little Ghost, A merry time had we! Each seated on his favourite post, We chumped ...
Love the quick profit, the annual raise, vacation with pay. Want more of everything ready-made. Be afraid to know your ...
THE HUNCHBACK TROUT The creek was made narrow by little green trees that grew too close together. The creek was ...
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, the mountain in back of the lake promised us ...
THE AUTOPSY OF TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA This is the autopsy of Trout Fishing in America as if Trout Fishing ...
for Brenda Williams The dawn cracked with ice, with fire grumbling in the grate, With ire in the homes we ...
One Christmas was so much like another, in those years around the sea-town corner now and out of all sound ...
In the wilds of Madagascar, Dwelt a Boola-boola maid; For her hand young men would ask her, But she always ...
Isabel met an enormous bear, Isabel, Isabel, didn't care; The bear was hungry, the bear was ravenous, The bear's big ...
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