The Armadillo (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
For Robert Lowell This is the time of year when almost every night the frail, illegal fire balloons appear. Climbing ...
For Robert Lowell This is the time of year when almost every night the frail, illegal fire balloons appear. Climbing ...
I. I wanted the macabre plant holder hanging in Janet and Chrissy's apartment. My friend said her cousin tried to ...
Sometimes, I forget the sun sinking into ocean. Desert is only a handful of sand held by my daughter. In ...
Here is my gift, not roses on your grave, not sticks of burning incense. You lived aloof, maintaining to the ...
I GAT your letter, winsome Willie; Wi' gratefu' heart I thank you brawlie; Tho' I maun say't, I wad be ...
NAE heathen name shall I prefix, Frae Pindus or Parnassus; Auld Reekie dings them a' to sticks, For rhyme-inspiring lasses. ...
and the sun weilds mercy but like a jet torch carried to high, and the jets whip across its sight ...
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