An Old Cracked Tune (Stanley Kunitz Poem)
My name is Solomon Levi, the desert is my home, my mother's breast was thorny, and father I had none. ...
My name is Solomon Levi, the desert is my home, my mother's breast was thorny, and father I had none. ...
Turn your head. Look. The light is turning yellow. The river seems enriched thereby, not to say deepened. Why this ...
It lies before me there, and my own breath Stirs its thin outer threads, as though beside The living head ...
So many people God giving sight visions of his purpose coming to light Guiding his people even in exile in ...
The cautionary tale Lazarus and the rich man so different in life in the causes that they made surviving on ...
The prophet unwanted the change, the news to amazing Jesus rejected in his hometown the people could not believe Surviving ...
A single impression pressed hard, deep into the mud, a deer track surviving the rains, rains that washed, stripped away, ...
Lead and wood Fused for a purpose Life changes In blackened ovals Shading, within the lines Fear, struggle. Am I ...
She calls herself A survivor But she doesn't understand That surviving Isn't living. In the mirror She sees her mother's ...
I speak to you across cities I speak to you across plains My mouth is upon your pillow Both faces ...
The Poseidonians forgot the Greek language after so many centuries of mingling with Tyrrhenians, Latins, and other foreigners. The only ...
Soul of the Poet ! wheresoe'er, Reclaimed from earth, thy genius plume Her wings of immortality ; Suspend thy harp ...
It's what the kids nowadays call weed. And it drifts like clouds from his lips. He hopes no one comes ...
Beneath the blaze of a tropical sun the mountain peaks are the Thrones of Frost, through the absence of objects ...
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
Encase your legs in nylons, Bestride your hills with pylons O age without a soul; Away with gentle willows And ...
Gaily into Ruislip Gardens Runs the red electric train, With a thousand Ta's and Pardon's Daintily alights Elaine; Hurries down ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
Turning it over, considering, like a madman Henry put forth a book. No harm resulted from this. Neither the menstruating ...
It was somewhere up the country, in a land of rock and scrub, That they formed an institution called the ...
Ye Sons of Great Britain! come join with me And King in praise of the gallant British Armie, That behaved ...
'Twas in the year of 1886, and on the 29th of November, Which the surviving crew of the "Samuel Crawford" ...
As one put drunk into the Packet-boat, Tom May was hurry'd hence and did not know't. But was amaz'd on ...
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