It seldom snowed – Part IV (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
It seldom snowed they said, perhaps they're right although seldom was never in that endless summer which tightened a fiery ...
It seldom snowed they said, perhaps they're right although seldom was never in that endless summer which tightened a fiery ...
THE PROLOGUE. WHEN folk had laughed all at this nice case Of Absolon and Hendy Nicholas, Diverse folk diversely they ...
1) Sleeping birds, lead me, soft birds, be me inside this black room, back of the white moon. In the ...
PART I 'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock And the owls have awakened the crowing cock; Tu-whit!- ...
Part I It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. 'By thy long grey beard and glittering ...
The First Voice HE trilled a carol fresh and free, He laughed aloud for very glee: There came a breeze ...
Up the ash tree climbs the ivy, Up the ivy climbs the sun, With a twenty-thousand pattering, Has a valley ...
From the geyser ventilators Autumn winds are blowing down On a thousand business women Having baths in Camden Town Waste ...
THE AUTOPSY OF TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA This is the autopsy of Trout Fishing in America as if Trout Fishing ...
BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF 'WAT TYLER' 'A Daniel come to judgment! ...
DWELLER in yon dungeon dark, Hangman of creation! mark, Who in widow-weeds appears, Laden with unhonour'd years, Noosing with care ...
I see you drinking at a fountain with tiny blue hands, no, your hands are not tiny they are small, ...
From narrow provinces of fish and bread and tea, home of the long tides where the bay leaves the sea ...
Kind of empty in the way it sees everything, the earth gets to its feet andsalutes the sky. More of ...
A precise woman with a short haircut brings order to my thoughts and my dresser drawers, moves feelings around like ...
'Not by the justice that my father spurn'd, Not for the thousands whom my father slew, Altars unfed and temples ...
1 Faster, faster, 2 O Circe, Goddess, 3 Let the wild, thronging train 4 The bright procession 5 Of eddying ...
In this lone, open glade I lie, Screen'd by deep boughs on either hand; And at its end, to stay ...
The Youth Faster, faster, O Circe, Goddess, Let the wild, thronging train The bright procession Of eddying forms, Sweep through ...
My own Beloved, who hast lifted me From this drear flat of earth where I was thrown, And, in betwixt ...
I'll settle for the 6 horse on a rainy afternoon a paper cup of coffee in my hand a little ...
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