The Old Daguerreotypes (Joseph C Lincoln Poems)
Up in the attic I found them, locked in the cedar chest,Where the flowered gowns lie folded, which once were ...
Up in the attic I found them, locked in the cedar chest,Where the flowered gowns lie folded, which once were ...
It's my shout this time, boys, so come along and breast the ...
Oh sharp diamond, my mother! I could not count the cost of all your faces, your moods- that present that ...
There is no music quite so sweetAs patter of a baby's feet.Who never hears along the hallThe sound of tiny ...
The biggest moment in our lives was that when first he cried,From that day unto this, for him, we've struggled ...
Cherry-ripe: dark sweet burlats, scarlet reverchons firm-fleshed and tart in the mouth bigarreaux, peach-and-white napoléons as the harvest moves north ...
Like a drunken dancer trying to catch a mate rejected by those on the sidelines moving from place to place ...
Like a drunk who had a bit too much or maybe the dance of the scarecrow the uncut scenes of ...
Like looking inside a Faberge Like a living foundry of Hell the maw of the oven glowing orange and red ...
I couldn't see whether they were for a boy or a girl never had that chance all I saw was ...
Mesmerized, watching The skill, artistry Effortlessness in the heat Of the sweating craftsmen In the beach air On the Vineyard ...
Oh sharp diamond, my mother! I could not count the cost of all your faces, your moods-- that present that ...
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