The Hermit Goes Up Attic (Maxine Kumin Poem)
Up attic, Lucas Harrison, God rest his frugal bones, once kept a tidy account by knifecut of some long-gone harvest. ...
Up attic, Lucas Harrison, God rest his frugal bones, once kept a tidy account by knifecut of some long-gone harvest. ...
So here's your Empire. No more wine, then? Good. We'll clear the Aides and khitmatgars away. (You'll know that fat ...
There's a whisper down the field where the year has shot her yield, And the ricks stand grey to the ...
There's a whisper down the field where the year has shot her yield, And the ricks stand gray to the ...
(Mobile Columns of the Boer War) Out o' the wilderness, dusty an' dry (Time, an' 'igh time to be trekkin' ...
For the Visitors' Book at the Inn Who long for rest, who look for pleasure Away from counter, court, or ...
Glory be to God for dappled things- For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow; For rose-moles all in stipple ...
Glory be to God for dappled things- For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow; For rose-moles all in stipple ...
is by admitting or opening away. This is the simplest form of current: Blue moving through blue; blue through purple; ...
Boxes, and boxes, of beads little compartments, separated by color, by size, the charms in one, the tiger's eye another ...
I can see them, In my mind, Fifty years hence Two old friends, by then Friendly banter, tall tales Fish ...
Speakin' of dorgs, my bench-legged fyce Hed most o' the virtues, an' nary a vice. Some folks called him Sooner, ...
You have obey'd, you WINDS, that must fulfill The Great Disposer's righteous Will; Throughout the Land, unlimited you flew, Nor ...
In robes of Tyrian blue the King was drest, A jewelled collar shone upon his breast, A giant ruby glittered ...
Wind of the dead men's feet, Blow down the empty street Of this old city by the sea With news ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
Whither, O splendid ship, thy white sails crowding, Leaning across the bosom of the urgent West, That fearest nor sea ...
a novel by Richard Brautigan THE COVER FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA The cover for Trout Fishing in America is ...
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WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA PEACE In San Francisco around Easter time last year, they had a trout fishing ...
SEA, SEA RIDER The man who owned the bookstore was not magic. He was not a three-legged crow on the ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
Somebody said that it couldn't be done, But he with a chuckle replied That "maybe it couldn't," but he would ...
By the winding Wollondilly where the weeping willows weep, And the shepherd, with his billy, half awake and half asleep, ...
It was shearing time at the Myall Lake, And then rose the sound through the livelong day Of the constant ...
I tell you that I see her still At the dark entrance of the hall. One gas lamp burning near ...
Good people of high and low degree, I pray ye all to list to me, And I'll relate a harrowing ...
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