“To Speak of Woe That Is in Marriage” (Robert Lowell Poem)
"It is the future generation that presses into being by means of these exuberant feelings and supersensible soap bubbles of ...
"It is the future generation that presses into being by means of these exuberant feelings and supersensible soap bubbles of ...
The night attendant, a B.U. sophomore, rouses from the mare's-nest of his drowsy head propped on The Meaning of Meaning. ...
In the mid August, in the second year of my First Polar Expedition, the snow and ice of winter almost ...
To live, life everlasting follow God's commands His law always Walk in His ways all the days of our lives ...
His eyes tell the story Captured in the ephemeral emulsion Of the digital image Silently, knowingly Speaking Of the things ...
And the trees about me, Let them be dry and leafless; let the rocks Groan with continual surges; and behind ...
At first she was sure it was just a bit of dried strawberry juice, or a fleck of her mother's ...
Today the Masons are auctioning their discarded pomp: a trunk of turbans, gemmed and ostrich-plumed, and operetta costumes labeled inside ...
Marking time in pencil strokes across a virgin page and waiting for coincidence of heart-beat and second-hand, keying to the ...
They say you can jinx a poem if you talk about it before it is done. If you let it ...
ANOTHER METHOD OF MAKING WALNUT CATSUP And this is a very small cookbook for Trout Fishing in America as if ...
WORSEWICK Worsewick Hot Springs was nothing fancy. Somebody put some boards across the creek. That was it. The boards dammed ...
Disturbed, when Henry's love returned with a hubby,â?" I see that, Henry, I don't put that down,â?" he thought he ...
Cass was the youngest and most beautiful of 5 sisters. Cass was the most beautiful girl in town. 1/2 Indian ...
one of Lorca's best lines is, "agony, always agony ..." think of this when you kill a cockroach or pick ...
There are sketches on the walls of men and women and ducks, and outside a large green bus swerves through ...
I was with Special Force, blue-X-ing raids to OK surfing on the Colonel's birthday. Operation Ariel: we sprayed Jimi Hendrix ...
The day you died I went into the dirt, Into the lightless hibernaculum Where bees, striped black and gold, sleep ...
It was the man from Ironbark who struck the Sydney town, He wandered over street and park, he wandered up ...
It was a man from Ironbark who struck the Sydney town, He wandered over street and park, he wandered up ...
I'd tear like a wolf at bureaucracy. For mandates my respect's but the slightest. To the devil himself I'd chuck ...
gnawing through a shinbone, a high howl inside of which a bloody, slashed-by-growls note is heard, unlike that sound, and ...
The day comes slowly in the railyard behind the ice factory. It broods on one cinder after another until each ...
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