Does the name toll a bell? (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Let them declare Jihad then, let them despair that I will speak the truth as I see it, and where ...
Let them declare Jihad then, let them despair that I will speak the truth as I see it, and where ...
I Before I grew this spacesuit I was trim. I saw it in a doctor's report: "The subject is an ...
Sent off to boarding school at twelve, with a pair of oxfords, a pair of patents, my sterling silver christening ...
Oh that those lips had language! Life has pass'd With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips ...
"OH, when I was a little Ghost, A merry time had we! Each seated on his favourite post, We chumped ...
The Milk-and-Water School Alas! she would not hear my prayer! Yet it were rash to tear my hair; Disfigured, I ...
Summer pleasures they are gone like to visions every one And the cloudy days of autumn and of winter cometh ...
Sometimes the notes are ferocious, skirmishes against the author raging along the borders of every page in tiny black script. ...
There is a child I used to know who sat, perhaps, at this same desk where you sit now, and ...
Those great sweeps of snow that stop suddenly six feet from the house ... Thoughts that go so far. The ...
The only thing I miss about Los Angeles is the Hollywood Freeway at midnight, windows down and radio blaring bearing ...
The rain was ending, and light Lifting the leaden skies. It shone upon ceiling and floor And dazzled a child's ...
A garden is a lovesome thing, God wot! Rose plot, Fringed pool, Ferned grot-- The veriest school Of peace; and ...
A web of sewer, pipe, and wire connects each house to the others. In 206 a dog sleeps by the ...
Stranger, if thou hast learned a truth which needs No school of long experience, that the world Is full of ...
I have a life that did not become, that turned aside and stopped, astonished: I hold it in me like ...
God has pity on kindergarten children, He pities school children -- less. But adults he pities not at all. He ...
LAMENT him, Mauchline husbands a', He aften did assist ye; For had ye staid hale weeks awa, Your wives they ...
UPON 1 a simmer Sunday morn When Nature's face is fair, I walked forth to view the corn, An' snuff ...
I love to rise in a summer morn, When the birds sing on every tree; The distant huntsman winds his ...
One wants a teller in a time like this One's not a man, one's not a woman grown To bear ...
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