A Secret Gratitude (James Wright Poems)
1She cleaned house, and then lay down longOn the long stair.On one of those cold white wingsThat the strange fowl ...
1She cleaned house, and then lay down longOn the long stair.On one of those cold white wingsThat the strange fowl ...
HARK! the Lambeth Guardians sing:Glory to the new-born King;Glory to the gun and swordThat will teach the German hordeIn a ...
I am sorry it is winter now,And you can't hear mosquitoes in the house,But you reminded yourselfOf the frivolous straw.The ...
I am sorry it is winter now,And you can't hear mosquitoes in the house,But you reminded yourselfOf the frivolous straw.The ...
Yolk- colored tongueParched beneath a burning sky,A lazy little tuneHummed up the crest of someSofts sloping hill.One streaming line of ...
DERE'S lighds oopon de Appian, Dey shine de road entlang; Und from ein hundert tombs dere brumms A wild Lateinisch ...
I Into her lying down head His enemies entered bed, ...
Live or die, but don't poison everything… Well, death's been here for a long time — it has a hell ...
Brian O'Byrne of Omah town In his garden strode up and down; He pulled his beard, and he beat his ...
I am a grave poetic henThat lays poetic eggsAnd to enhance my temperamentA little quiet begs.We make the yolk philosophy,True ...
And suppose the darlings get to Mantua, suppose they cheat the crypt, what next? Begin with him, unshaven. Though not, ...
Despite the noon sun shimmering on Court Street, each day I leave my desk, and window-shop, waste time, and use ...
A huge shoe mounts up from the horizon, squealing and grinding forward on small wheels, even as a man sitting ...
I Before I grew this spacesuit I was trim. I saw it in a doctor's report: "The subject is an ...
I. The morn when first it thunders in March, The eel in the pond gives a leap, they say: As ...
I I walk through the long schoolroom questioning; A kind old nun in a white hood replies; The children learn ...
Darkness as black as your eyelid, poketricks of stars, the yellow mouth, the smell of a stranger, dawn coming up, ...
Live or die, but don't poison everything... Well, death's been here for a long time -- it has a hell ...
I wish I had a simple style In writing verse, As in his prose had Ernie Pyle, So true and ...
I am a grave poetic hen That lays poetic eggs And to enhance my temperament A little quiet begs. We ...
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