Woodchucks (Maxine Kumin Poem)
Gassing the woodchucks didn't turn out right. The knockout bomb from the Feed and Grain Exchange was featured as merciful, ...
Gassing the woodchucks didn't turn out right. The knockout bomb from the Feed and Grain Exchange was featured as merciful, ...
When, darkly brooding on this Modern Age, The journalist with his marketable woes Fills up once more the inevitable page ...
Millions of babies watching the skies Bellies swollen, with big round eyes On Jessore Road--long bamboo huts Noplace to shit ...
For Carl Solomon I I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves ...
Your word, your law your love revealing feeding the garden growing in my heart the seeds planted into the soil ...
Not for my body the stuff of earth, my clay your law, your decrees, your precepts speaking to me The ...
Little bits of memories, most over forty years old bouncing up against one another spilling into my present consciousness a ...
By way of a vanished bridge we cross this river as a cloud of lifted snow would ascend a mountain. ...
How lush, how loose, the uninhibited squash is. If ever hearts (and these immoderate leaves Are vegetable hearts) were worn ...
"Why shouldn't I have a purely vegetarian drink? Why shouldn't I take vegetables in their highest form, so to speak? ...
The sky is an immortal tent built by the Sons of Los: And every space that a man views around ...
The sky is an immortal tent built by the Sons of Los: And every space that a man views around ...
We pitied him because He lived alone; His tiny cottage was His only own. His little garden had A wall ...
A pair of blackbirds warring in the roses, one or two poppies losing their heads, the trampled lawn a battlefield ...
In the footsteps of the walking air Sky's prophetic chickens weave their cloth of awe And hillsides lift green wings ...
The artichoke With a tender heart Dressed up like a warrior, Standing at attention, it built A small helmet Under ...
The artichoke of delicate heart erect in its battle-dress, builds its minimal cupola; keeps stark in its scallop of scales. ...
Had we but World enough, and Time, This coyness Lady were no crime. We would sit down, and think which ...
On the day the world ends A bee circles a clover, A Fisherman mends a glimmering net. Happy porpoises jump ...
Let us not talk philosophy, drop it, Jeanne. So many words, so much paper, who can stand it. I told ...
O, for that warning voice, which he, who saw The Apocalypse, heard cry in Heaven aloud, Then when the Dragon, ...
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