Robinson (Weldon Kees Poem)
The dog stops barking after Robinson has gone. His act is over. The world is a gray world, Not without ...
The dog stops barking after Robinson has gone. His act is over. The world is a gray world, Not without ...
When the writing is going well, I am a prince in a desert palace, fountains flowing in the garden. I ...
to the memory of my friend SI-YA-U, whose head was cut off in Shanghai A CLAIM Renowned Leonardo's world-famous "La ...
Come pity us, all ye who see Our harps hung on the willow-tree; Come pity us, ye passers-by, Who see ...
Printing the bulletins cleaning the rugs laying out the vestments the pouring of the cups Buying the bread typing the ...
The printing of the bulletins the cleaning of the rugs the laying out the vestments the pouring of the cups ...
Memory: I can take my head and strike it on a wall on Cumberland Island Where the night tide came ...
I miss you too. Something old is broken, nobody's in hell. Sometimes I kiss strangers, sometimes no one speaks. Today ...
She slides over the hot upholstery of her mother's car, this schoolgirl of fifteen who loves humming & swaying with ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
arrive. The Ladies from the Ladies' Betterment League Arrive in the afternoon, the late light slanting In diluted gold bars ...
in the hospitals and jails it's the worst in madhouses it's the worst in penthouses it's the worst in skid ...
Hearth rugs are beaten in the yard. Each sink is made to swallow bleach. Shirts are hung. Crockery drowned. Curtains ...
All week she's cleaned someone else's house, stared down her own face in the shine of copper-- bottomed pots, polished ...
Whate'er we leave to God, God does, And blesses us; The work we choose should be our own, God leaves ...
Flaked, drifting clouds hide not the full moon's rays More than her beautiful bright limbs were hid By the light ...
My spirit only lived to look on Beauty's face, As only when they clasp the arms seem served aright; As ...
1 We are reading the story of our lives which takes place in a room. The room looks out on ...
I am a miner. The light burns blue. Waxy stalactites Drip and thicken, tears The earthen womb Exudes from its ...
'Twas in scientific circles That the great Professor Brown Had a world-wide reputation As a writer of renown. He had ...
How many tears can the ocean hold? What the history books Don't tell you is that The Indian Ocean was ...
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