The Upstairs Room (Weldon Kees Poem)
It must have been in March the rug wore through. Now the day passes and I stare At warped pine ...
It must have been in March the rug wore through. Now the day passes and I stare At warped pine ...
They burned lime on the hill and dropped it down here in an iron car On a long cable; here ...
Dear Condor: Much thanks for that telephonic support from North Carolina when I suddenly went ape in the Iowa tulips. ...
Offended by a Book of the Writer's NOW that my page upcloses, doomed, maybe, Never to press thy cosy cushions ...
Of all the opry-houses then obtaining in the West The one which Milton Tootle owned was, by all odds, the ...
I tried cooking in my new Quicksilver jacket, just an affectation I assure you - no, not the coat or ...
Part I It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. 'By thy long grey beard and glittering ...
Within a thick and spreading hawthorn bush That overhung a molehill large and round, I heard from morn to morn ...
The moon, a sweeping scimitar, dipped in the stormy straits, The dawn, a crimson cataract, burst through the eastern gates, ...
Now can you see the monument? It is of wood built somewhat like a box. No. Built like several boxes ...
This is the tale that was told to me by the man with the crystal eye, As I smoked my ...
My only medals are the scars I've won in weary, peacetime wars, A-fighting for my little brood, To win them ...
Oh ye whose hearts are resonant, and ring to War's romance, Hear ye the story of a boy, a peasant ...
Gas got me in the first World War, And all my mates at rest are laid. I felt I might ...
A barefoot boy I went to school To save a cobbler's fee, For though the porridge pot was full A ...
ROSALIND, HELEN, and her Child. SCENE. The Shore of the Lake of Como. HELEN Come hither, my sweet Rosalind. 'T ...
Like a dry fish flung inland far from shore, There lived a sailor, warped and ocean-browned, Who told of an ...
Blameless as daylight I stood looking At a field of horses, necks bent, manes blown, Tails streaming against the green ...
Catch, my Uncle Jack said and oh I caught this huge apple red as Mrs Kelly's bum. It's red as ...
I bought every kind of machine that's known -- Grinders, shellers, planters, mowers, Mills and rakes and ploughs and threshers ...
or, The First Steamboat up the Alabama. You, Dinah! Come and set me whar de ribber-roads does meet. De Lord, ...
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