Oatmeal (Galway Kinnell Poem)
I eat oatmeal for breakfast. I make it on the hot plate and put skimmed milk on it. I eat ...
I eat oatmeal for breakfast. I make it on the hot plate and put skimmed milk on it. I eat ...
YES, write, if you want to, there's nothing like trying; Who knows what a treasure your casket may hold? I'll ...
I now delight In spite Of the might And the right Of classic tradition, In writing And reciting Straight ahead, ...
The earth at the beginning a true blue planet covered completely with endless seas shrouded with the waters under the ...
It was a slaughter all those of an age all under two years old put to death to assuage the ...
Smiles in the greetings, the easy feel a family gathers, another night of the Agape Café. Song and words Stories, ...
High in the trees After subterranean slumber Your song exalts Summer heat I found you By the path Underfoot Alone ...
I'm not Stupid What!?! What did she just say? Evan, can you confirm it? "I'm not stupid; I'm Greek." Oh ...
In His presence, at His feet longing to hear the master speak Aware of the power, authority, the words of ...
Down the path Away from the road, Bustle of the highway In the inner quiet Cold of winter Emptiness, sadness, ...
A walk in the woods Down the path Away from the road, Bustle of the highway Cold of winter Catch ...
Better -- than Music! For I -- who heard it -- I was used -- to the Birds -- before ...
I like to see it lap the Miles -- And lick the Valleys up -- And stop to feed itself ...
...Preamble A rough draft for an ars poetica . . . . . . . Let's get our dreams unstuck ...
Sometimes the notes are ferocious, skirmishes against the author raging along the borders of every page in tiny black script. ...
BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF 'WAT TYLER' 'A Daniel come to judgment! ...
WITH secret throes I marked that earth, That cottage, witness of my birth; And near I saw, bold issuing forth ...
HAS auld Kilmarnock seen the deil? Or great Mackinlay 1 thrawn his heel? Or Robertson 2 again grown weel, To ...
NO churchman am I for to rail and to write, No statesman nor soldier to plot or to fight, No ...
'Tis hard to say, if greater Want of Skill Appear in Writing or in Judging ill, But, of the two, ...
Shut, shut the door, good John! fatigu'd, I said, Tie up the knocker, say I'm sick, I'm dead. The dog-star ...
I This is the sunburnt bushman who Came down from Goondiwindi, Q. II This is the Push from Waterloo That ...
Oblig'd by frequent visits of this man, Whom as Priest, Poet, and Musician, I for some branch of Melchizedeck took, ...
Read by the poet at The Public Ceremonial of The Naional Institute of Arts and Letters at Carnegie Hall, New ...
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