from imperfect Eden (Rg Gregory Poem)
(1) and off to scott's (the dockers' restaurant) burly men packed in round solid tables but what the helle (drowned ...
(1) and off to scott's (the dockers' restaurant) burly men packed in round solid tables but what the helle (drowned ...
And an old priest said, "Speak to us of Religion." And he said: Have I spoken this day of aught ...
I In the depths of the Greyhound Terminal sitting dumbly on a baggage truck looking at the sky waiting for ...
Inside, in the cocoon of the storm watching the flakes falling coating all, the trees, the houses the wires, heavy ...
from the road, the bright white gate at the back of the field, nothing visible beyond in the new light ...
Wires crossed circuits down no connection anywhere around In the dark unaware needing help catch the air Wires crossed circuits ...
Sneakers on wires, trash in trees urban ornaments overhead drawing eyes upward away from the litter, the flotsam and jetsam ...
Each of us, mom and dad, seem to have slightly longer arms, right arms now, after the pulling, the tugging, ...
Huge droplets explode in the puddles small lakes in the uneven surface craters in the alley, rivulets connecting them giant ...
An urgent call a race down the dark stairs a flicker of color as I ran outside an arc, His ...
I In my beginning is my end. In succession Houses rise and fall, crumble, are extended, Are removed, destroyed, restored, ...
is what we called her. The story was that her father had thrown Drano at her which was probably true, ...
Under the parabola of a ball, a child turning into a man, I looked into the air too long. The ...
To say we've done it all before is not to bend the truth and though we've lost our youth the ...
I do not love thee for that fair Rich fan of thy most curious hair; Though the wires thereof be ...
Nothing's certain. Crossing, on this longest day, the low-tide-uncovered isthmus, scrambling up the scree-slope of what at high tide will ...
Those moments, tasted once and never done, Of long surf breaking in the mid-day sun. A far-off blow-hole booming like ...
From Bermondsey to Wandsworth So many churches are, Some with apsidal chancels, Some Perpendicular And schools by E.R. Robson In ...
When Love and I drew softly nigh And gazed in modest Chloe's eye We saw reflected there in part The ...
Poor restless dove, I pity thee; And when I hear thy plaintive moan, I mourn for thy captivity, And in ...
Poor restless dove, I pity thee; And when I hear thy plaintive moan, I mourn for thy captivity, And in ...
Citizen, enemy, mama's boy, sucker, utter garbage, panhandler, swine, refujew, verrucht; a scalp so often scalded with boiling water that ...
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, the mountain in back of the lake promised us ...
SEA, SEA RIDER The man who owned the bookstore was not magic. He was not a three-legged crow on the ...
Through the forest, followed, Henry made his silky way, No chickadee was troubled, small moss smiled on his swift passage. ...
Half squatter, half tenant (no rent)- a sort of inheritance; white, in your thirties now, and supposed to supply me ...
For John Malcolm Brinnin and Bill Read: Duxbury It was cold and windy, scarcely the day to take a walk ...
The great light cage has broken up in the air, freeing, I think, about a million birds whose wild ascending ...
Southeast, and storm, and every weathervane shivers and moans upon its dripping pin, ragged on chimneys the cloud whips, the ...
I The bitterness. the misery, the wretchedness of childhood Put me out of love with God. I can't believe in ...
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