Illustrious Ancestors (Denise Levertov Poem)
The Rav of Northern White Russia declined, in his youth, to learn the language of birds, because the extraneous did ...
The Rav of Northern White Russia declined, in his youth, to learn the language of birds, because the extraneous did ...
When you wear a cloudy collar and a shirt that isn't white, And you cannot sleep for thinking how you'll ...
Father is quite the greatest poet That ever lived anywhere. You say you're going to write great music- I chose ...
There were two little skeezucks who lived in the isle Of Boo in a southern sea; They clambered and rollicked ...
How fits his Umber Coat The Tailor of the Nut? Combined without a seam Like Raiment of a Dream -- ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
I COFT a stane o' haslock woo', To mak a wab to Johnie o't; For Johnie is my only jo, ...
1 AFTER all, not to create only, or found only, But to bring, perhaps from afar, what is already founded, ...
Now warm with ministerial ire, Fierce sallied forth our loyal 'Squire, And on his striding steps attends His desperate clan ...
Now Night came down, and rose full soon That patroness of rogues, the Moon; Beneath whose kind protecting ray, Wolves, ...
When, like a running grave, time tracks you down, Your calm and cuddled is a scythe of hairs, Love in ...
Twenty-four years remind the tears of my eyes. (Bury the dead for fear that they walk to the grave in ...
Because I was a wonton wild And welcomed many a lover, Who is the father of my child I wish ...
She was a Philistine spick and span, He was a bold Bohemian. She had the mode, and the last at ...
That Tom was poor was sure a pity, Such guts for learning had the lad; He took to Greek like ...
(France, August first, 1914) Far and near, high and clear, Hark to the call of War! Over the gorse and ...
So easy 'tis to make a rhyme, That did the world but know it, Your coachman might Parnassus climb, Your ...
The Wanderlust has lured me to the seven lonely seas, Has dumped me on the tailing-piles of dearth; The Wanderlust ...
While I make rhymes my brother John Makes shiny shoes which dames try on, And finding to their fit and ...
THREE tailors of Tooley Street wrote: We, the People. The names are forgotten. It is a joke in ghosts. Cutters ...
I. My face resembles your face less and less each day. When I was young no one mistook whose child ...
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