Records (Allen Tate Poems)
I. A DREAMAt nine years a sickly boy lay downAt bedtime on a cot by mother's bedAnd as the two ...
I. A DREAMAt nine years a sickly boy lay downAt bedtime on a cot by mother's bedAnd as the two ...
When Slav and Russ had raised a fuss, And sent their Czar a-kiting, Said Givinski to Blatherski, ...
We called him "Rags." He was just a cur,But twice, on the Western Line,That little old bunch of faithful furHad ...
Ho, Giant! This is I!I have built me a bean-stalk into your sky!La,—but it's lovely, up so high!This ...
He couldn't use his driver any better on the teeThan the chap that he was licking, who just happened to ...
Pete bristles when the doorbell rings. Last night he didn't act the same.Dogs have a way of knowin' things, An' ...
I How fresh the Dartle's little waves that day! A steely silver, underlined with blue, And flashing where the round ...
I work all day, and get half-drunk at night. Waking at four to soundless dark, I stare. In time the ...
Away by the lands of the Japanee Where the paper lanterns glow And the crews of all the shipping drink ...
Now that they've got it settled whose I be, I'm going to tell them something they won't like: They've got ...
AN ALPHABET OF FAMOUS GOOPS. Which you 'll Regard with Yells and Whoops. Futile Acumen! For you Yourselves are Doubtless ...
Here is the place; right over the hill Runs the path I took; You can see the gap in the ...
Pellam the King, who held and lost with Lot In that first war, and had his realm restored But rendered ...
At dawn of day the white land lay all gruesome-like and grim, When Bill Mc'Gee he says to me: "We've ...
He's the man from Eldorado, and he's just arrived in town, In moccasins and oily buckskin shirt. He's gaunt as ...
In the little Crimson Manual it's written plain and clear That who would wear the scarlet coat shall say good-bye ...
With eyes that searched in the dark, Peering along the line, Stood the grim Scotsman, Hector Clark, Driver of "Forty-nine". ...
Simon Zelotes speaking after the Crucifixion. Fere=Mate, Companion. Ha' we lost the goodliest fere o' all For the priests and ...
We'd found an old Boche dug-out, and he knew, And gave us hell, for shell on frantic shell Hammered on ...
He dropped, -- more sullenly than wearily, Lay stupid like a cod, heavy like meat, And none of us could ...
Ho, Giant! This is I! I have built me a bean-stalk into your sky! La,-but it's lovely, up so high! ...
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