The Pilot In The Jungle (John Anthony Ciardi Poems)
IMachine stitched rivets ravel on a treeWhose name he does not know. Left in the sky,He dangles from a silken ...
IMachine stitched rivets ravel on a treeWhose name he does not know. Left in the sky,He dangles from a silken ...
1Stiff work for hands or will, they drovetheir brig southward. Science asked them assignplanet and land-mass place where none was ...
Sing me a home beyond the stars, and if the song be fair,I'll dwell awhile with melody--as long as mortal ...
On, out in the West where the riders are ready,They sing an old song and they tell an old tale,And ...
limestone, with traces of polychromy, c. 1250Point Dume was the point,he said, but we never came close,no matter how far ...
Juist noo there are mony wha rin to an' fro,An' knowledge increases, abune an' below;The yird's like a riddle, pits, ...
Step-ladder, tiny pyramid for miserly hunchbacks, near-sighted reckoner, the reseda, gathered in its cunninglittle cabin, breaks up, clears itself of ...
When you consider the radiance, that it does not withholditself but pours its abundance without selection into everynook and cranny ...
To the memory of John Peale Bishop, 1892-1944Attor porsi la mano un poco avante,e colsi un ramicel da un gran ...
BLAZ1N' STAR, from Boston city -- Yankee goods and kerosene; Foreign crew and cook and master; stout, old-fashioned brigantine. Hamburg-built ...
AUSTRALIA'S Wealth? Has she not mines of gold,Tin, copper, iron; silver, gems untold?Coal, whose dark lustre makes our dwellings bright,The ...
I never loved your plains!-- Your gentle valleys, Your drowsy country lanes And pleach?d alleys. I want my hills! ...
hillsdemonssand blasted shouldersbladed with shaledemonshillscactus thrustup through ribs of rockhillsdemonskneequartzlimestone loinsdemonshillscactus fangin sky meathillsdemonsvertebratedwith rock cut stepsdemonshillssun stroked thighs of ...
'My father still reads the dictionary every day. He says your life depends on your power to master words.' Arthur ...
Alive, moving in my hands the arms stretching, turning; already warmed, by the sun above a starfish, pulled from the ...
When you consider the radiance, that it does not withhold itself but pours its abundance without selection into every nook ...
THE SHALE and water thrown together so-so first of all, Then a potter's hand on the wheel and his fingers ...
RED barns and red heifers spot the green grass circles around Omaha-the farmers haul tanks of cream and wagon loads ...
In the long journey out of the self, There are many detours, washed-out interrupted raw places Where the shale slides ...
First light. This misted field is the world, that man slipping the greased bolt back and forth, that man tunneled ...
each day mowed and mowed his lawn, his dry quarter acre, the machine slicing a wisp from each blade's tip. ...
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