A Man Meets A Woman In The Street (Randall Jarrell Poems)
Under the separated leaves of shadeOf the gingko, that old treeThat has existed essentially unchangedLonger than any other living tree,I ...
Under the separated leaves of shadeOf the gingko, that old treeThat has existed essentially unchangedLonger than any other living tree,I ...
Sing the song of noisy Ninny - hang the Muses - spit it out!(Tuneful Nine ye needn't help me - ...
AUGUST 2, 1872WE welcome you, Lords of the Land of the Sun!The voice of the many sounds feebly through one;Ah! ...
In the old Strauss waltz for the first time We had listened to your quiet call, Since then all the living things ...
ID vas on Weihnachtsabend - Vot Ghristmas Efe dey call- Der Breitmann mit his Breitmen tid rent de Musik Hall; ...
They say that she died of a broken heart (I tell the tale as 'twas told to me);But her spirit ...
Ven der Kaiser vould shtart some beeg shtunt, All dose shwells den soon come to de front, ...
I HAF von funny leedle poy, Vot gomes schust to mine knee; Der queerest schap, der Greatest rogue, ...
I'm mad about music,As mad as can be;There's no one much madderOn music than me.I'm nuts about Chopin,I'm crackers on ...
We walked where Victor Jove was shrined awhile, And passed to Livia's rich red mural show, Whence, thridding cave and ...
We walked where Victor Jove was shrined awhile, And passed to Livia's rich red mural show, Whence, thridding cave and ...
I watched the winter light die from the bridge, the sky a sinking empire's battleship, ice floes' jagged edges clink ...
This is the lay of Ike. Here's to the glory of the Grewt Whiteâ?"awkâ?" who has been runningâ?"erâ?"erâ?"things in recentâ?"echâ?" ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
We caught the tread of dancing feet, We loitered down the moonlit street, And stopped beneath the harlot's house. Inside, ...
Of all the waltzes the great Strauss wrote, mad with melody, rhythm--rife From the very first to the final note, ...
In the old Strauss waltz for the first time We had listened to your quiet call, Since then all the ...
I knew you forever and you were always old, soft white lady of my heart. Surely you would scold me ...
She was a Philistine spick and span, He was a bold Bohemian. She had the mode, and the last at ...
It's cruel cold on the water-front, silent and dark and drear; Only the black tide weltering, only the hissing snow; ...
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