Ballade Of A Talked-Off Ear (Dorothy Parker Poems)
Daily I listen to wonder and woe,Nightly I hearken to knave or to ace,Telling me stories of lava and snow,Delicate ...
Daily I listen to wonder and woe,Nightly I hearken to knave or to ace,Telling me stories of lava and snow,Delicate ...
SHE lies raped from her bright sarcophagus,Denuded, stripped, her tomb a thoroughfare;Rome was not when she breathed, and shelies there:For ...
Were these condemned in pre-auroral gloom?When Thought on Cosmos brooded, in the greyCold mists of dawn, unflushed by rising day,Were ...
I Frindsbury, Kent, 1786 Bang! Bang! Tap! Tap-a-tap! Rap! All through the lead and silver Winter days, All through the ...
Hard light bathed them-a whole nation of eyeless men, Dark bipeds not aware how they were maimed. A long Process, ...
I. HEre take no Care, take here no Care, my Muse, Nor ought of Art or Labour use: But let ...
Above the portico a flag-staff, bearing the Union Jack, remained fluttering in the flames for some time, but ultimately when ...
The Baron has decided to mate the monster, to breed him perhaps, in the interests of pure science, his only ...
My beloved called to me to come and see Steve's tears, he was crying on TV; Steve Irwin, The Crocodile ...
On the fair green hills of Rio There grows a fearful stain: The poor who come to Rio And can't ...
The world is full of women who'd tell me I should be ashamed of myself if they had the chance. ...
There were still shards of an ancient pastoral in those shires of the island where the cattle drank their pools ...
Now Night came down, and rose full soon That patroness of rogues, the Moon; Beneath whose kind protecting ray, Wolves, ...
Like Oedipus I am losing my sight. LIke Judas I have done my wrong. Their punishment is over; the shame ...
You have the grit and the guts, I know; You are ready to answer blow for blow You are virile, ...
Hot digitty dog! Now, ain't it queer, I've been abroad for over a year; Seen a helluva lot since then, ...
An Englishman was Thomas Paine Who bled for liberty; But while his fight was far from vain He died in ...
A prisoner speaks: Majority of twenty-three, I face the Judge with joy and glee; For am I not a lucky ...
I kill for pleasure not for gain. A man much more than you my hands find knives & flash them. ...
A monosyllabic European called Sax Invents a horn, walla whirledy wah, a kind of twisted Brazen clarinet, but with its ...
I. Sunrise. In my sleep I was fain of their fellowship, fain Of the live-oak, the marsh, and the main. ...
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