After Bourlon Wood (Helen Dircks Poems)
In one of London's most exclusive haunts,Amid the shining lights and table ware,We sat, where meagre Mistress Ration flauntsHerself in ...
In one of London's most exclusive haunts,Amid the shining lights and table ware,We sat, where meagre Mistress Ration flauntsHerself in ...
He's struttin' sho ernuff,Wearin' a lady's muffEn' ways erpon his head,Red coat ob reddest red,Purtty white satin ves',Gole braid ercross ...
IMRS. FISKEStaccato, hurried, nervous, brisk, Cascading, intermittent, choppy,The brittle voice of Mrs. Fiske Shall serve me now as copy.Assist me, ...
Droning a drowsy syncopated tune, Rocking back and forth to a mellow croon, I heard a Negro play. Down on ...
Not blues in twelve but there is joy and pink champagne, the maker's music trading eights in syncopated synergy from ...
The slow overture of rain, each drop breaking without breaking into the next, describes the unrelenting, syncopated mind. Not unlike ...
A watched pot, beginning to boil growing bubbles in the dimples the Teflon surface called to the ball, to dance, ...
Said President MacConnachie to Treasurer MacCall: "We ought to have a piper for our next Saint Andrew's Ball. Yon squakin' ...
I From you, Beethoven, Bach, Mozart, The substance of my dreams took fire. You built cathedrals in my heart, And ...
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