Chicago Castanets (George Ade Poems)
Through all the moving thoroughfares And in the contending marts of trade; Within the babbling magazines and Even as I ...
Through all the moving thoroughfares And in the contending marts of trade; Within the babbling magazines and Even as I ...
If ghosts should walk in Deptford, as very well they may,A man might find the night there more stirring than ...
We shall not forget them; why should pylons raiseMute appeal for reverence, rememb'rance and regret?Spectral cold in early dawn, and ...
The organ peals through pictured panes that etch strange patterns on the grass,A thorned head shadowed on the flags, beneath ...
Last night, above the whistling wind, I heard the welcome rain,--A fusillade upon the roof, A tattoo on the pane:The ...
From morning till evening he saw the tattooon his silky chest: a russet woman,lying concealed in the field of hair. ...
Thou Pleiad of the lyric worldWhere Pasta, Garcia shone,Come back with thy sweet voice again,And gem the starry zone.Though faded, ...
As I was coming down Conroy's Gap,I heard a maiden cry;'There goes Bill the Bullocky,He's bound for Gundagai.A better poor ...
Katie could put her feet behind her head Or do a grand plié, position two, Her suppleness magnificent in bed. ...
More than a tattoo artist a name written on the skin God has engraved our names into the flesh of ...
He claimed no responsibility, no ownership of the injustice, the unholy death of the innocent man Absolving himself, washing the ...
I saw his head coming through the crowd, the throng of many colors. A brightly colored, garish, basketball as a ...
Over and over he must have washed his hands trying to remove the stain, the tattoo of innocent blood blood ...
The page opens to snow on a field: boot-holed month, black hour the bottle in your coat half voda half ...
I have a Gumbie Cat in mind, her name is Jennyanydots; Her coat is of the tabby kind, with tiger ...
In a great land, a new land, a land full of labour and riches and confusion, Where there were many ...
THE AUTOPSY OF TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA This is the autopsy of Trout Fishing in America as if Trout Fishing ...
highway dancing during a long day of running my thumb, carrying me nowhere grew tired, a sunset and beauty carved ...
my insanity i waited and watched street wizard glass stone hip idealist smoking their bed time flower beads into sky ...
In another time, a linen winding sheet would already have been drawn about her, the funeral drums by now would ...
KEEP a red heart of memories Under the great gray rain sheds of the sky, Under the open sun and ...
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