An Octopus (Marianne Moore Poems)
of ice. Deceptively reserved and flat,it lies "in grandeur and in mass"beneath a sea of shifting snow-dunes;dots of cyclamen-red and ...
of ice. Deceptively reserved and flat,it lies "in grandeur and in mass"beneath a sea of shifting snow-dunes;dots of cyclamen-red and ...
The next house stood just back from the street, In a gray little narrow lane. A table loaded with things to eat They ...
A pudding! why yes, as I live, too, it's plum; So plain, Susan makes them on purpose for me I never refuse, ...
(AN AULD SANG NEW BUSKIT.)FY , let us a' to the wedding,For they will be lilting there;For Jock's to be ...
O hideous little bat, the size of snot,With polyhedral eye and shabby clothes,To populate the stinking cat you walkThe promontory ...
What is death, I ask. What is life, you ask. I give them both my buttocks, my two wheels rolling ...
When I have a house . . . as I sometime may . . .I'll suit my fancy in every ...
Quand la feuille en festons a couronn? les bois, L'amoureux rossignol n'?touffe point sa voix. Il serait criminel aux yeux ...
_Plusieurs jeunes files entourent un petit enfant... le caressent..._--_On dit que tu as fait une chanson pour Pannychis, ta cousine?_--_Oui, ...
I'd not complain of Sister Jane, for she was good and kind,Combining with rare comeliness distinctive gifts of mind;Nay, I'll ...
Up to the Hall, my lady there'll wear her satin gown,For little Miss and Master'll be coming ...
Not coffeecake though they evoke memories too no it was a tea ring, cinnamon, raisins, white icing and a maraschino ...
I'd not complain of Sister Jane, for she was good and kind, Combining with rare comeliness distinctive gifts of mind; ...
Air a-gittin' cool an' coolah, Frost a-comin' in de night, Hicka' nuts an' wa'nuts fallin', Possum keepin' out o' sight. ...
THE SIMPLE Bard, rough at the rustic plough, Learning his tuneful trade from ev'ry bough; The chanting linnet, or the ...
I am reminiscing you; and the little boy who often stole some change from the left pocket of your pants ...
What is death, I ask. What is life, you ask. I give them both my buttocks, my two wheels rolling ...
Weary not of us, for we are very beautiful; it is out of very jealousy and proper pride that we ...
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