For The Marriage of Faustus and Helen (Harold Hart Crane Poems)
"And so we may arrive by Talmud skillAnd profane Greek to raise the building upOf Helen's house against the Ismaelite,King ...
"And so we may arrive by Talmud skillAnd profane Greek to raise the building upOf Helen's house against the Ismaelite,King ...
'TWAS a balmy summer evening, and a goodly crowd was there,Which well-nigh filled Joe's barroom, on the corner of the ...
No one is safe. The streets are unsafe.even in the safety zones, it's not safe.Even safe sex is not safe.Even ...
When I walk in my house I see pictures,bought long ago, framed and hanging-de Kooning, Arp, Laurencin, Henry Moore-that I've ...
IWhere West Point crouches, and with lifted shield Turns the whole river eastward through the pass;Whose jutting crags, half silver, ...
Though you're not exactly blue,Yet you don't feel like you doIn the winter, or the long hot summer days.For your ...
The smell of arnica is strong, And mother's time is spentIn rubbing father's arms and back With burning ...
Columbia, my sister, Republic great and free, When Liberty was threatened I looked in vain ...
Pa's not so very big or brave; he can't lift weights like Uncle Jim; His hands are soft like little ...
When he was just a lad in school,He used to sit around and foolAnd watch the clock and say:"I can't ...
If we were all alike, what a dreadful world 'twould be!No one would know which one was you or which ...
Once there was a boy who neverTore his clothes, or hardly ever,Never made his sister mad,Never whipped fer bein' bad,Never ...
For I can snore like a bullhorn or play loud music or sit up talking with any reasonably sober Irishman ...
The poster with my picture on it Is hanging on the bulletin board in the Post Office. I stand by ...
When I see birches bend to left and right Across the lines of straighter darker trees, I like to think ...
My neighbor was a biker, a pusher, a dog and wife beater. In bad dreams I killed him and once, ...
they found him walking along the freeway all red in front he had taken a rusty tin can and cut ...
"Don't overdo it," Dad yelled, watching me Play shortstop, collect stamps and shells, Roll on the grass laughing until I ...
Fanaticism?No.Writing is exciting and baseball is like writing. You can never tell with either how it will go or what ...
each day mowed and mowed his lawn, his dry quarter acre, the machine slicing a wisp from each blade's tip. ...
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