by Paul Laurence Dunbar G'way an' quit dat noise， Miss Lucy—— Put dat music book away； What's de use to keep on tryin'？ Ef...
by William Shakespeare When that I was and a little tiny boy， With hey， ho， the wind and the rain， A foolish thing was but a toy， For the rain it rain...
by William Shakespeare When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past， I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought， ...
by Kirk Robertson Tonopah's the only place contour lines appear to rise between there and Goldfield the first Joshua trees beer at the Mozart Club...
by Thomas Kinsella I nodded. The books agree， one hopes for too much. It is ridiculous. We are elaborate beasts. If we concur it is only in our hunger...
by Denise Levertov He had not looked， pitiful man whom none pity， whom all must pity if they look into their own face （given only by glass， steel， wat...
by Philip Levine Leo's Tool & Die， 1950 In the early morning before the shop opens， men standing out in the yard on pine planks over the umber...
by Liz Waldner Cows on the spine of the hill like the spine of a book are some letters Letters with legs； like an E and an L or an R that is squared l...
by Joseph Ceravolo Oak oak！ like like it then cold some wild paddle so sky then； flea you say geese geese” the boy June of winter of again Oak s...
by Michele Glazer The weather forecast that snow would fall from the sky. （The architecture of snow was like the architecture of the storm itself， and...