The Claim Jumper (Edwin Ford Piper Poems)
"I - At Her Dugout Because it's cut in the canyon bank, you looked For a rabbit hole with a ...
"I - At Her Dugout Because it's cut in the canyon bank, you looked For a rabbit hole with a ...
Noiselessly the planets will blow by,Like smoke, like breath, like driven snow; Frost-bitten suns on on, on on will blow; ...
ITO THE GROCERY BOYBefore you send me up that card With rime and diction far from subtle,Hear what a now ...
It was noon by the sun; we had finished our game,And was passin' remarks goin' back to our claim;Jones was ...
And they shall be my people, and I will be their God.—Jeremiah xxxii. 38.IHear, O Israel! and plead my cause ...
Aye, call it murder is ye will! 'Tis not the crime I fear.If his cold curse would but lie still ...
Repent, or I will come unto thee quickly, and will fight thee with the sword of my mouth.—Revelation ii. 16.IAshkelon ...
This happened many years agoBefore the bush was cleared,When every man was six foot highAnd wore a flowing beard.One very ...
(Sydney)"The Man of the Nation"YONDER the band is playingAnd the fine Young People walk.They are envying each other and talkingTheir ...
In my Spanish cloak,And old slouch hat,And overshoes of felt,And Tyke, my faithful dog,And my knotted hickory cane,I slipped about ...
The bay is gouged by the wind.In the jagged hollows green lions crouchand stretchand slouchand sudden with spurting manes and ...
Nearly everyone had left that bar in the middle of winter except the hardcore.It was the coldest night of the ...
I crossed the parking lot The man in the convenience store beyond the gas pumps trying to cash already cashed ...
The hunt begins at a languid pace belying hysteria building in place, biding its time to menace the peace in ...
The first morning of Three Mile Island: those first disquieting, uncertain, mystifying hours. All morning a crew of workmen have ...
(In memoriam C. T. W. Sometime trooper of the Royal Horse Guards obiit H.M. prison, Reading, Berkshire July 7, 1896) ...
She lay like a saint on her copper couch; Like an angel asleep she lay, In the stare of the ...
THE BALLOONS hang on wires in the Marigold Gardens. They spot their yellow and gold, they juggle their blue and ...
With white frost gone And all green dreams not worth much, After a lean day's work Time comes round for ...
In my Spanish cloak, And old slouch hat, And overshoes of felt, And Tyke, my faithful dog, And my knotted ...
We stand in the rain in a long line waiting at Ford Highland Park. For work. You know what work ...
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