The Old And The New Masters (Randall Jarrell Poem)
About suffering, about adoration, the old masters Disagree. When someone suffers, no one else eats Or walks or opens the ...
About suffering, about adoration, the old masters Disagree. When someone suffers, no one else eats Or walks or opens the ...
Oh all ye, who pass by, whose eyes and mind To worldly things are sharp, but to me blind; To ...
Since shed or cottage I have none, I sing the more, that thou hast one; To whose glad threshold, and ...
To sup with thee thou didst me home invite, And mad'st a promise that mine appetite Should meet and tire, ...
Till I shall come again, let this suffice, I send my salt, my sacrifice To thee, thy lady, younglings, and ...
The pockets of our greatcoats full of barley... No kitchens on the run, no striking camp... We moved quick and ...
He enters, and mute on the edge of a chair Sits a thin-faced lady, a stranger there, A type of ...
When the house is quiet and the girls are asleep sitting at my desk, at the computer studying, researching a ...
Mr Brain was a hermit dwarf who liked to eat shellfish off the moon. He liked to go into a ...
Tweedledee said to Alice, "You like poetry-" "Ye-es, pretty well-some poetry," Alice said doubtfully. "What shall I repeat to her," ...
This is not bad -- ambling along 44th Street with Sonny Rollins for company, his music flowing through the soft ...
There are many cumbersome ways to kill a man. You can make him carry a plank of wood to the ...
"Oh! Love," they said, "is King of Kings, And Triumph is his crown. Earth fades in flame before his wings, ...
There are many cumbersome ways to kill a man. You can make him carry a plank of wood to the ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
My thoughts are crabbed and sallow, My tears like vinegar, Or the bitter blinking yellow Of an acetic star. Tonight ...
They are always with us, the thin people Meager of dimension as the gray people On a movie-screen. They Are ...
It so happens I am sick of being a man. And it happens that I walk into tailorshops and movie ...
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. ...
Composed, by Special Request, 18th June 1890 Then Pilate, the Roman Governor, took Jesus and scourged Him, And the soldiers ...
This, then, is she, My mother as she looked at seventeen, When she first met my father. Young incredibly, Younger ...
"She was right. I had to find something new. There was only one thing for it." My mother told it ...
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