A Story (Li-Young Lee Poem)
Sad is the man who is asked for a story and can't come up with one. His five-year-old son waits ...
Sad is the man who is asked for a story and can't come up with one. His five-year-old son waits ...
Green, how I want you green. Green wind. Green branches. The ship out on the sea and the horse on ...
(For Edward J. Wheeler) Within the Jersey City shed The engine coughs and shakes its head, The smoke, a plume ...
Our Father who art in heaven, I am drunk. Again. Red wine. For which I offer thanks. I ought to ...
A dying firelight slides along the quirt Of the cast iron cowboy where he leans Against my father's books. The ...
I A shaded lamp and a waving blind, And the beat of a clock from a distant floor: On this ...
A pair of ruby slippers sequined and well-worn Old friends gingerly placed, lovingly left for another day I don't know ...
A father with a huge eraser erases his daughter. When he finishes there's only a red smudge on the wall. ...
S'io credesse che mia risposta fosse A persona che mai tornasse al mondo, Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse. Ma ...
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
Christmass is come and every hearth Makes room to give him welcome now Een want will dry its tears in ...
1 Sometime now past in the Autumnal Tide, 2 When Ph{oe}bus wanted but one hour to bed, 3 The trees ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
For I will consider my Cat Jeoffry. For he is the servant of the Living God duly and daily serving ...
For I will consider my Cat Jeoffry. For he is the servant of the Living God duly and daily serving ...
For God has given us a language of monosyllables to prevent our clipping. For a toad enjoys a finer prospect ...
For I will consider my Cat Jeoffry. For he is the servant of the Living God, duly and daily serving ...
Corinna, Pride of Drury-Lane, For whom no Shepherd sighs in vain; Never did Covent Garden boast So bright a batter'd, ...
We sat across the table. he said, cut off your hands. they are always poking at things. they might touch ...
Flamingo silk. New ruff, the ivory ghost of a halter. Chestnut curls, * commas behind the ear. "Taller, by half ...
No state is enviable. To the luck alone Of some few favoured men I would put claim. I bleed, but ...
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