Soldier an’ Sailor Too (Rudyard Kipling Poems)
As I was spittin' into the Ditch aboard o' the Crocodile, I seed a man on a man-o'-war got up ...
As I was spittin' into the Ditch aboard o' the Crocodile, I seed a man on a man-o'-war got up ...
ACT I. SC. I Enter Teryth from riding, Winefred following. T. WHAT is it, Gwen, my girl? why do you ...
For Carl Solomon I I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves ...
Your were my first time. The first time I found ecstasy. Our bodies joined, As our hearts have been for ...
I saw her for a split second driving down Canal toward home off to the left almost over my shoulder ...
A Quack, to no true Skill in Physick bred, With frequent Visits cursed his Patient's Bed; Enquiring, how he did ...
FOR He, that made, must new create us, Ere Seneca, or Epictetus, With all their serious Admonitions, Can, for the ...
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
Once, and but once found in thy company, All thy supposed escapes are laid on me; And as a thief ...
Hark! 'tis the twanging horn! O'er yonder bridge, That with its wearisome but needful length Bestrides the wintry flood, in ...
Walking along the corridors of imagination, free and alone forever, as when he was and didn't know he was a ...
Our wounds to time, from all the other times, sea-times slow, the times of galaxies fleeing, the dwarfs' dead times, ...
Over the fence, the dead settle in for a journey. Nine o'clock. You are alone for the first time today. ...
it sits outside my window now like and old woman going to market; it sits and watches me, it sweats ...
THE BALLOONS hang on wires in the Marigold Gardens. They spot their yellow and gold, they juggle their blue and ...
The air is a mill of hooks -- Questions without answer, Glittering and drunk as flies Whose kiss stings unbearably ...
My soul looked down from a vague height with Death, As unremembering how I rose or why, And saw a ...
All night the knot in the shoelace waits for its liberation, and the match on the table packs its head ...
If ever I saw blessing in the air I see it now in this still early day Where lemon-green the ...
The day comes slowly in the railyard behind the ice factory. It broods on one cinder after another until each ...
This harpie with dry red curls talked openly of her husband, his impotence, his death, the death of her lover, ...
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