The Phoenix (Babette Deutsch Poems)
Staring in zoos at the dull-eyed and wildWho never meet their gaze,The child, the refugee, the idle sailorHalt their wanderings ...
Staring in zoos at the dull-eyed and wildWho never meet their gaze,The child, the refugee, the idle sailorHalt their wanderings ...
I live inside of a machine or machines. Every time one goes off another starts. Why don't I go outside ...
Good ev'nin', Mis' Priest. I jest stepped in to tell you Good-bye. Yes, it's all over. All my things is ...
I work all day, and get half-drunk at night. Waking at four to soundless dark, I stare. In time the ...
All week, in this rented house, sea spray and whispers of wind weave through the eucalypts, like a Sondheim melody. ...
August First: it was a year ago we drove down from St.-Guilhem-le-Désert to open the house in St. Guiraud rented ...
Over the days, the journey of Advent the nativity evolving, the scene coming into focus beginning with the couple, expectant ...
Joe Ramshottom rented a bit of a farm From its owner, Squire Goslett his name; And the Gosletts came over ...
Thou hast nor youth nor age But as it were an after dinner sleep Dreaming of both. HERE I am, ...
I approach with such a careful tremor, always I feel the finally foolish question of how it is, then, supposed ...
ONE winter night, at half-past nine, Cold, tired, and cross, and muddy, I had come home, too late to dine, ...
Bhaskar Roy Barman So much obsessed with a piece of work devolved upon me and fed up with it, I ...
SANDBOX MINUS JOHN DILLINGER EQUALS WHAT? Often I return to the cover of Trout Fishing in America. I took the ...
I caught a tremendous fish and held him beside the boat half out of water, with my hook fast in ...
You are the roast beef I have purchased and I stuff you with my very own onion. You are a ...
Girls buck the wind in the grooves toward work in fuzzy coats promised to be warm as fur. The shop ...
From my rented attic with no earth To call my own except the air-motes, I malign the leaden perspective Of ...
All ye tourists who wish to be away From the crowded city for a brief holiday; The town of Nairn ...
My name used to be in the papers daily As having dined somewhere, Or traveled somewhere, Or rented a house ...
Early March. The cold beach deserted. My kids home in a bare house, bundled up and listening to rock music ...
All afternoon my father drove the country roads between Detroit and Lansing. What he was looking for I never learned, ...
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