Read Time 2 mins TO get betimes in Boston town, I rose this morning early;Here’s a good place at the corner—I must stand and see the show. Clear the way there, Jonathan!Way for the President’s marshal! Way for the government cannon!Way for the Federal foot and dragoons—and the apparitions copiouslytumbling. I love to look on the stars and […]
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Read Time < 1 mins The stone-built villages of England.A cathedral bottled in a pub window.Cows dispersed across fields.Monuments to kings. A man in a moth-eaten suitsees a train off, heading, like everything here, for the sea,smiles at his daughter, leaving for the East.A whistle blows. And the endless sky over the tilesgrows bluer as swelling birdsong fills.And the
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Read Time < 1 mins This eve, our final banquet of unity, The ultimate rendezvous of shared affinity. A suffering loop we’ve woven tight, Threatening to shatter, you and I. In yesteryear’s snapshots I perused, Reliving tender moments we once used. Each image, each memory meant to beguile, Now summons tears, regret in every mile. To release is
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Read Time < 1 mins ‘Why she cried’, he knew, ‘he always tried’, she knew All those years had passed them by ‘All her dreams’ he knew, ‘beyond his means’, she knew She couldn’t look him in the eye. All his hopes and love are for her, she knew He tastes strawberries on her lips. All his fears
Read Time 3 mins There was a child went forth every day,And the first object he looked upon and received with wonder or pity or love or dread, that object he became,And that object became part of him for the day or a certain part of the day . . . . or for many years or
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Read Time < 1 mins A hotel in whose ledgers departures are more prominent than arrivals.With wet Koh-i-noors the October rainstrokes what’s left of the naked brain.In this country laid flat for the sake of rivers,beer smells of Germany and the seagulls arein the air like a page’s soiled corners.Morning enters the premises with a coroner’spunctuality, puts its earto
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Read Time 2 mins WHO LEARNS MY LESSON COMPLETE? WHO learns my lesson complete? Boss, journeyman, apprentice, churchman and atheist, The stupid and the wise thinker, parents and offspring, merchant, clerk, porter and customer, Editor, author, artist, and schoolboy—draw nigh and commence; It is no lesson—it lets down the bars to a good lesson, And that
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Read Time < 1 mins In such an inexplicable blue, Upon the stonework to embark, The little ship of glowing hue Appears in Alexander Park. The little lamp, a yellow rose, Arising — ready to retreat — Above the people it adores; Near strangers’ feet. In such an inexplicable blue The drunkards’ hive, the loonies’ team. A
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Read Time < 1 mins I said fate plays a game without a score,and who needs fish if you’ve got caviar?The triumph of the Gothic style would come to passand turn you on–no need for coke, or grass.I sit by the window. Outside, an aspen.When I loved, I loved deeply. It wasn’t often. I said the forest’s only part
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Read Time < 1 mins Elegy About a year has passed. I’ve returned to the place of the battle, to its birds that have learned their unfolding of wings from a subtle lift of a surprised eyebrow, or perhaps from a razor blade – wings, now the shade of early twilight, now of state bad blood. Now the place
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