The Pet Coon (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
Noey Bixler ketched him, and fetched him in to me When he's ist a little teenty-weenty baby-coon'Bout as big as little ...
Noey Bixler ketched him, and fetched him in to me When he's ist a little teenty-weenty baby-coon'Bout as big as little ...
In the pond in the parkall things are doubled;Long buildings hang andwriggle gently. Chimneysare bent legs bouncingon clouds below. A flagwags like ...
IF the butterfly courted the bee,And the owl the porcupine;If churches were built in the sea,And three times one was ...
Hello Winter, hello flanneledblanket of clouds, cloudsfueled by more clouds, hello again.Hello afternoons,off to the west, that silverof sunset, rust-coloredand ...
With blue-paper arrows on my cheeksAnd a yellow star stuck to my head,I stay, as a monkey takes my hand,hanging ...
The dormouse was an ice-floe of the mammoth era.The wind turned leaves in the washed linen.They heard the sun approach ...
A gentle spring evening arrivesairily, unclouded by worldly dust.Three times the bell tolls echoes like a wave.We see heaven upside-down ...
THEY are not all beasts.One is a man, for example, and one is a bird.I, Matthew, am a man."And I, ...
I wondered wot was doin'. First I seenOle Missus Flood wave signals to Doreen. I'm in the paddick slashin' down ...
An image of my grandmotherher head appearing upside-down upon a cloudthe cloud transfixed on the steepleof a deserted railway-stationfar awayAn ...
It was built of bark and poles, and the floor was full of holes Where each leak in rainy weather ...
And sometimes I am sorry when the grass Is growing over the stones in quiet hollows And the cocksfoot leans ...
We pace each other for a long time. I packed my anger with the beef jerky. You are the baby ...
I watched them once, at dusk, on television, run, in our motel room half-way through Nebraska, quick, glittering, past beauty, ...
Under the leaves, the stems the broad, dark-summer maples little pearls, half-droplets like upside-down bell curves heavy droplets stirring shaking, ...
They say you can jinx a poem if you talk about it before it is done. If you let it ...
I watched one day a parrot grey - 'twas in a barber shop. "Cuckold!" he cried, until I sighed: "You ...
Time that is moved by little fidget wheels Is not my time, the flood that does not flow. Between the ...
In youth when oft my muse was dumb, My fancy nighly dead, To make my inspiration come I stood upon ...
Wargeilah town is very small, There's no cathedral nor a club, In fact the township, all in all, Is just ...
At midnight, death's and truth's unlocking time, When far within the spirit's hearing rolls The great soft rumble of the ...
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