Philosophy (John Kendrick Bangs Poems)
IF there's no Sun, I still can have the Moon ;If there's no Moon, the Stars my needs suffice ;And ...
IF there's no Sun, I still can have the Moon ;If there's no Moon, the Stars my needs suffice ;And ...
LEMMINIKAINEN'S SECOND WOOING.Spake the ancient LemminkainenTo the hostess of Pohyola:"Give to me thy lovely daughter,Bring me now thy winsome maiden,Bring ...
HERE ain't a lavender ditty, Sung by a sweet-scented cove; Here ain't no wine-inspired, witty Story of Honour and Love. ...
An old soldier on the night before the veteransreunion talks partly to himself, partly to imaginary comrades:The people-people of my ...
YOU can dunnage casks o' tallow; you can handle hides an' horn; You can carry frozen mutton; you can lumber ...
WITH tallow casks all dunnaged tight, with tiers on tiers ol bales, With cargo crammed from hatch to hatch, she ...
I'm sitting alone by the fire, Dressed just as I came from the dance,In a robe even YOU would admire,-- ...
Long lines of ships at moorings used to lieBesides the wharves of 'Frisco. All the dayThe chipping hammers rang upon ...
By permission of the great Esquire Hall Being assembled here this day Unanimously bleating all For Him that's far away. ...
FIG-TREES, weird fig-treesMade of thick smooth silver,Made of sweet, untarnished silver in the sea-southern air--I say untarnished, but I mean ...
Paul Jannes was working very late, For this watch must be done by eight To-morrow or the Cardinal Would certainly ...
So you're writing for a paper? Well, it's nothing very new To be writing yards of drivel for a tidy ...
We're marchin' on relief over Injia's sunny plains, A little front o' Christmas-time an' just be'ind the Rains; Ho! get ...
An unwrapped icon, too potent to touch, she freed my breasts from the camp Empire dress. Now one of them's ...
Here is the girl's head like an exhumed gourd. Oval-faced, prune-skinned, prune-stones for teeth. They unswaddled the wet fern of ...
They carried Your light up into the chancel old pros handling an unlit tallow with calm aplomb deftly relighting the ...
After that hot gospeller has levelled all but the churched sky, I wrote the tale by tallow of a city's ...
Maud Muller on a summer's day Raked the meadow sweet with hay. Beneath her torn hat glowed the wealth Of ...
Someone's Mother trails the street Wrapt in rotted rags; Broken slippers on her feet Drearily she drags; Drifting in the ...
The Sunday lamb cracks in its fat. The fat Sacrifices its opacity. . . . A window, holy gold. The ...
"I've been where it hurts." the Kid He becomes Sierra Kid I passed Slimgullion, Morgan Mine, Camp Seco, and the ...
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