Home After Three Months Away (Robert Lowell Poem)
Gone now the baby's nurse, a lioness who ruled the roost and made the Mother cry. She used to tie ...
Gone now the baby's nurse, a lioness who ruled the roost and made the Mother cry. She used to tie ...
The night attendant, a B.U. sophomore, rouses from the mare's-nest of his drowsy head propped on The Meaning of Meaning. ...
Ere the seamer bore him Eastward, Sleary was engaged to marry An attractive girl at Tunbridge, whom he called "my ...
If, in an odd angle of the hutment, A puppy laps the water from a can Of flowers, and the ...
Here's to the men! Since Adam's time They've always been the same; Whenever anything goes wrong, The woman is to ...
Drinking my tea Without sugar- No difference. The sparrow shits upside down --ah! my brain & eggs Mayan head in ...
railroad yard in San Jose I wandered desolate in front of a tank factory and sat on a bench near ...
An opportunity, a challenge in this season of trial Changing the world and our response to one another tragedy so ...
I know but will not tell you, Aunt Irene, why there are soap suds in the whiskey: Uncle Robert had ...
I don't know man trust is a precious thing a kind of humility Offer it to a snake and get ...
You see that porcelain ranged there in the window- Platters and soup-plates done with pale pink rosebuds, And tiny violets, ...
SHREWD Willie Smellie to Crochallan came; The old cock'd hat, the grey surtout the same; His bristling beard just rising ...
One Christmas was so much like another, in those years around the sea-town corner now and out of all sound ...
For a Man is to be looked upon in that which he excells as on a prospect. For there be ...
It is in the small things we see it. The child's first step, as awesome as an earthquake. The first ...
I liked my little hole, Its window facing a brick wall. Next door there was a piano. A few evenings ...
St. John of the Cross wore dark glasses As he passed me on the street. St. Theresa of Avila, beautiful ...
The mule-skinner was Bill Jerome, the passengers were three; Two tinhorns from the dives of Nome, and Father Tim McGee. ...
Let us have birthdays every day, (I had the thought while I was shaving) Because a birthday should be gay, ...
I. My face resembles your face less and less each day. When I was young no one mistook whose child ...
The first time I drank gin I thought it must be hair tonic. My brother swiped the bottle from a ...
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