The Rooster And The Stairs (Edip Canserver Poems)
Upstairs is upstairs and downstairs is downstairs a bitThe rooster and stairs are right in the middleDazzling rooster! He gathers ...
Upstairs is upstairs and downstairs is downstairs a bitThe rooster and stairs are right in the middleDazzling rooster! He gathers ...
for Sydney Pettit The lines are keen against today's bad sky about to rain. We're white and understand why Indians ...
Life is real, life is earnest, And the shell is not its pen - "Egg thou art, and egg remainest" ...
The following is based on true events: (Part One) 493 guests were watching people searching their Gmail flirting in chats, ...
In this blue light I can take you there, snow having made me a world of bone seen through to. ...
In the night there are of course the seven wonders of the world and the greatness tragedy and enchantment. Forests ...
Every month or so, Sundays, we walked the line, The limit and the boundary. Past the sweet gum Superb above ...
Whene'er I feed the barnyard folk My gentle soul is vexed; My sensibilities are torn And I am sore perplexed. ...
At four o'clock in the gun-metal blue dark we hear the first crow of the first cock just below the ...
Southeast, and storm, and every weathervane shivers and moans upon its dripping pin, ragged on chimneys the cloud whips, the ...
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock, And you hear the kyouck and gobble ...
The night's drifts Pile up below me and behind my back, Slide down the hill, rise again, and build Eerie ...
Marie Laveau, a colored woman who eventually became known as the Voodoo Queen of New Orleans, often used her knowledge ...
1. Old Man Old man, it's four flights up and for what? Your room is hardly bigger than your bed. ...
A world's disappearing. Little street, You were too narrow, Too much in the shade already. You had only one dog, ...
I hate my neighbour Widow Green; I'd like to claw her face; But if I did she'd make a scene ...
I WAS born on the prairie and the milk of its wheat, the red of its clover, the eyes of ...
'Twas Saltbush Bill, with his travelling sheep, was making his way to town; He crossed them over the Hard Times ...
Bound to your bookseller, leap to your library, Deluge your dealer with bakshish and bribary, Lean on the counter and ...
In my Spanish cloak, And old slouch hat, And overshoes of felt, And Tyke, my faithful dog, And my knotted ...
When Bryan speaks, the town's a hive. From miles around, the autos drive. The sparrow chirps. The rooster crows. The ...
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