Conquistador (Alec Derwent Hope Poem)
I sing of the decline of Henry Clay Who loved a white girl of uncommon size. Although a small man ...
I sing of the decline of Henry Clay Who loved a white girl of uncommon size. Although a small man ...
Till I shall come again, let this suffice, I send my salt, my sacrifice To thee, thy lady, younglings, and ...
It was not until later that I knew, recognized the moment for what it was, my life before it, a ...
Standing on water buoyed by your love even when the winds make some standing confidently knowing you can hold me ...
The strider skating like the Apollo lunar lander standing in the moon dust leaving a mere impression Standing on the ...
As certain of the strider counting on the surface tension to buoy it up on its feet We are to ...
Meticulous was the word That came to mom and me Simultaneously to describe Dad and how he approached almost Everything ...
As she laughed I was aware of becoming involved in her laughter and being part of it, until her teeth ...
APENECK SWEENEY spreads his knees Letting his arms hang down to laugh, The zebra stripes along his jaw Swelling to ...
"AND did you really walk," said I, "On such a wretched night? I always fancied Ghosts could fly - If ...
I knew that James Whistler was part of the Paris scene, but I was still surprised when I found the ...
'Of course,' I said, 'we cannot hope to find What we are looking for in anyone; They glitter, maybe, but ...
It's not that the Muse feels like clamming up, it's more like high time for the lad's last nap. And ...
It's not that the Muse feels like clamming up, it's more like high time for the lad's last nap. And ...
The cigarette-smoke loops and slides above us, Dipping and swirling as the waiter passes; You strike a match and stare ...
I stood beside the silken rope, Five dollars in my hand, And waited in my patient hope To sit anear ...
Since I have come to years sedate I see with more and more acumen The bitter irony of Fate, The ...
They're kindly here, to let us linger so late, Long after the shutters are up. A waiter glides from the ...
All hail to the Rev. George Gilfillan of Dundee, He is the greatest preacher I did ever hear or see. ...
Did my widow flit about From Mackinac to Los Angeles, Resting and bathing and sitting an hour Or more at ...
This harpie with dry red curls talked openly of her husband, his impotence, his death, the death of her lover, ...
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