What’s The Use Of A Cross To ‘Im? (Geoffrey Anketell Studdert Kennedy Poems)
Parson says I'm to make 'im a crossTo set up over his grave,'E's buried there by the Moated Grange,And I ...
Parson says I'm to make 'im a crossTo set up over his grave,'E's buried there by the Moated Grange,And I ...
They say a man's known by the company he keepsI think that a lie and a scandal'Cos I've mixed with ...
Old Pete Parraday, he toddles up the road,"Dangin'" things and "darn in'" things and hefting of his load For yesterday ...
GARDENING is hardeningIn every way you view it;It makes a fellow hustle,And it strengthens every muscle;It knots up many a ...
On a table With the sunlight coming in, A mat, irregularly placed, with many curves within it; A napkin somewhat ...
Every year Emily Dickinson sent one friendthe first arbutus bud in her garden. In a last will and testament Andrew ...
I commend myself and my love to you,Aurelius. I ask for modest indulgence,so, if you've ever had a desire in ...
I am the Gao flower high in a tree,You are the grass Long Mai on the path-side.When heat comes down ...
I hang limp on the Creator's penLike a large drop of lilac gloss-paint.Underneath are dykes' secrets; the airFrom the railways ...
The man pulling radishes pointed my way with a radish. (Kobayashi Issa)
A NEIGHBOR of mine in the village Likes to tell how one spring When she was a girl on the ...
Botticelli grinned with egg tempera congealed at the hinge of his lips Velasquez licked shine from an aubergine blackened in ...
When the winter chrysanthemums go, there's nothing to write about but radishes. (Matsuo Basho)
We knew that land once, You and I, and once we wandered there in the long days now long gone ...
Come friend, I have an old story to tell you- Listen. Sit down beside me and listen. My face is ...
Your daisies have come on the day of my divorce: the courtroom a cement box, a gas chamber for the ...
FROM the time of the early radishes To the time of the standing corn Sleepy Henry Hackerman hoes. There are ...
EVERY year Emily Dickinson sent one friend the first arbutus bud in her garden. In a last will and testament ...
FLANDERS, the name of a place, a country of people, Spells itself with letters, is written in books. "Where is ...
I WAS born on the prairie and the milk of its wheat, the red of its clover, the eyes of ...
I like walking on streets as black and wet as this one now, at two in the solemnly musical morning, ...
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