A cat on a wire (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A short chain-link fence ran along the sidewalk in front of the old New Englander the short front yard just ...
A short chain-link fence ran along the sidewalk in front of the old New Englander the short front yard just ...
There was something about it the way he had things just so, from the start a level, freshly cut boards ...
A monument, long in coming of some open scar tissue a stain on our lives chapter of evil when we ...
You were my first love Gone when I was thirteen On May Day, your day. Your smiling face and the ...
A space in the dark untrammeled woods Off the path Under the watch of maples and birch A bed of ...
Long slender fingers clutched the bow caressed the cello Fingers like spiders walked gingerly down the neck Shuddered on the ...
The rusted old barbed wire oozed into the flesh of the young pine becoming one with the living skin lost ...
A row of picture frames descends the stairway from the upstairs to the living room Four images frozen in time ...
An old weathered section of snow fencing half buried in the lee of the dune gray skin gnarled by wind ...
You have been on my mind, constantly, urgently, tenderly. We are miles apart, time zones away; but you are with ...
By way of a vanished bridge we cross this river as a cloud of lifted snow would ascend a mountain. ...
Constantly risking absurdity and death whenever he performs above the heads of his audience the poet like an acrobat climbs ...
Lancaster bore him--such a little town, Such a great man. It doesn't see him often Of late years, though he ...
SHE stood against the kitchen sink, and looked Over the sink out through a dusty window At weeds the water ...
ONCE on the kind of day called "weather breeder," When the heat slowly hazes and the sun By its own ...
The bear puts both arms around the tree above her And draws it down as if it were a lover ...
The house had gone to bring again To the midnight sky a sunset glow. Now the chimney was all of ...
Richard the First, Coeur-de-Lion, Is a name that we speak of with pride, Though he only lived six months in ...
Gus is the Cat at the Theatre Door. His name, as I ought to have told you before, Is really ...
I Time present and time past Are both perhaps present in time future, And time future contained in time past. ...
Memory: I can take my head and strike it on a wall on Cumberland Island Where the night tide came ...
As I went down to Dymchurch Wall, I heard the South sing o'er the land I saw the yellow sunlight ...
Glassmakers, at century's end, compounded metallic lusters in reference to natural sheens (dragonfly and beetle wings, marbled light on kerosene) ...
I like the old house tolerably well, Where I must dwell Like a familiar gnome; And yet I never shall ...
Like a bird on the wire, like a drunk in a midnight choir I have tried in my way to ...
"Lord, being dark," I said, "I cannot bear The further touch of earth, the scented air; Lord, being dark, forewilled ...
A black ringlet curls to lie at the nape of her neck, glistening with sweat in the evaporate moonlight ... ...
My whole world is all you refuse: a black light, angelic and cold on the path to the orchard, fox-runs ...
Hark, I hear the bells of Westgate, I will tell you what they sigh, Where those minarets and steeples Prick ...
I want to know how Bernard Shaw Likes beefsteak-fairly done, or raw? I want to know what kinds of shoes ...
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