The Call (Robert William Service Poems)
(France, August first, 1914) Far and near, high and clear, Hark to the call of War! Over the gorse and ...
(France, August first, 1914) Far and near, high and clear, Hark to the call of War! Over the gorse and ...
Me and Ed and a stretcher Out on the nootral ground. (If there's one dead corpse, I'll betcher There's a ...
Only a Leather Medal, hanging there on the wall, Dingy and frayed and faded, dusty and worn and old; Yet ...
My daughter Susie, aged two, Apes me in every way, For as my household chores I do With brooms she ...
Obit 23rd April 1616 Is it not strange that on this common date, Two titans of their age, aye of ...
WHAT does the hangman think about When he goes home at night from work? When he sits down with his ...
THEY all want to play Hamlet. They have not exactly seen their fathers killed Nor their mothers in a frame-up ...
I weep for Adonais -he is dead! O, weep for Adonais! though our tears Thaw not the frost which binds ...
I weep for Adonais--he is dead! Oh, weep for Adonais! though our tears Thaw not the frost which binds so ...
The poem of the mind in the act of finding What will suffice. It has not always had To find: ...
YOU will come one day in a waver of love, Tender as dew, impetuous as rain, The tan of the ...
THE BALLOONS hang on wires in the Marigold Gardens. They spot their yellow and gold, they juggle their blue and ...
HERE is a face that says half-past seven the same way whether a murder or a wedding goes on, whether ...
TOMB of a millionaire, A multi-millionaire, ladies and gentlemen, Place of the dead where they spend every year The usury ...
HE lived on the wings of storm. The ashes are in Chihuahua. Out of Ludlow and coal towns in Colorado ...
(For S. A.)TO write one book in five years or five books in one year, to be the painter and ...
Caxtons are mechanical birds with many wings and some are treasured for their markings -- they cause the eyes to ...
Strange that the self's continuum should outlast The Virgin, Aphrodite, and the Mourning Mother, All loves and griefs, successive deities ...
O trees of life, oh, what when winter comes? We are not of one mind. Are not like birds in ...
A man once read with mind surprised Of the way that people were "hypnotised"; By waving hands you produced, forsooth, ...
Some of us believe We would have conceived romantic Love out of our own passions With no precedents, Without songs ...
In the willows along the river at Pleasure Bay A catbird singing, never the same phrase twice. Here under the ...
Viciousness in the kitchen! The potatoes hiss. It is all Hollywood, windowless, The fluorescent light wincing on and off like ...
They are always with us, the thin people Meager of dimension as the gray people On a movie-screen. They Are ...
I. The Minor Poet His little trills and chirpings were his best. No music like the nightingale's was born Within ...
The actor struts his little hour, Between the limelight and the band; The public feel the actor's power, Yet nothing ...
The young maricones and the horny muchachas, The big fat widows delirious from insomnia, The young wives thirty hours' pregnant, ...
There is one thing that ought to be taught in all the colleges, Which is that people ought to be ...
"Am I, at bottom, that fervent little Spanish Catholic child who chastised herself for loving toys, who forbade herself the ...
At dinner, she is hostess, I am host. Went the feast ever cheerfuller? She keeps The Topic over intellectual deeps ...
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