At Old Railroad Stations (Franz Werfel Poems)
At these tiny old railroad stations,Which my own train long ago left behind,I fear for the pressing crush of peopleDeparting, ...
At these tiny old railroad stations,Which my own train long ago left behind,I fear for the pressing crush of peopleDeparting, ...
Gushing from the mouths of stone men To spread at ease under the sky In granite-lipped basins, Where iris dabble ...
I Hoops Blue and pink sashes, Criss-cross shoes, Minna and Stella run out into the garden To play at hoop. ...
The fat lady came out first, tearing out roots and moistening drumskins. The fat lady who turns dying octopuses inside ...
To be put on the train and kissed and given my ticket, Then the station slid backward, the shops and ...
The mahogany table-top you smashed Had been the broad plank top Of my mother's heirloom sideboard- Mapped with the scars ...
Camera and snowshoes, head down, focused on the little things, the tracks in the layered crust of snow, ice and ...
It all starts with the quality, the density, the size of the snow bank. True now, true forty years ago; ...
under a rock a cityscape hidden from view roads, side streets, and big highways between the entrances to their homes ...
In the dirt in the space under the pines A town planner toils roads and structures stone walls of gravel ...
A monster taught To come to hand Amain, As swift as thought Across the land The train. The song it ...
Today the Masons are auctioning their discarded pomp: a trunk of turbans, gemmed and ostrich-plumed, and operetta costumes labeled inside ...
I The roaring of Te Whaiau intake weir intrudes as sleep eludes again to soar across the lake on white-tipped, ...
Black granite stretches its harsh, tapering wings up to pedestrian-level grass but sucks me down, here, at the intersection of ...
"Lord, being dark," I said, "I cannot bear The further touch of earth, the scented air; Lord, being dark, forewilled ...
Ferdinand was systematic when he drove his daughter mad. With a Casanova's careful art, he moved slowly, stole only one ...
a novel by Richard Brautigan THE COVER FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA The cover for Trout Fishing in America is ...
Man-Moth: Newspaper misprint for "mammoth." Here, above, cracks in the buldings are filled with battered moonlight. The whole shadow of ...
All those times I was bored out of my mind. Holding the log while he sawed it. Holding the string ...
For a picture This Pekingese, that makes the sand-grains spin, Is digging little tunnels to Pekin: Dream him emerging in ...
1 When the moon appears and a few wind-stricken barns stand out in the low-domed hills and shine with a ...
© 2020 Inspirational Stories