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when god lets my body be by E. E. Cummings
when god lets my body be
From each brave eye shall sprout a tree
fruit dangles therefrom
the..
why did you go... (IV) by E. E. Cummings
why did you go
little fourpaws?
you forgot to shut
your big eyes.
where did you go?
like litt..
who knows if the moon's... (VII) by E. E. Cummings
who knows if the moon’s
a balloon,coming out of a keen city
in the sky--filled with pretty people?..
(will you teach a... (12) by E. E. Cummings
(will you teach a
wretch to live
straighter than a needle)
ask
her
ask
when
(ask and
ask
..
Words of Comfort to Be Scratched on a Mirror by Dorothy Parker
Helen of Troy had a wandering glance;
Sappho’s restriction was only the sky;
Ninon was ever the ch..
Wisdom by Dorothy Parker
This I say, and this I know:
Love has seen the last of me.
Love’s a trodden lane to woe,
Love’s a..
Walter Savage Landor by Dorothy Parker
Upon the work of Walter Landor
I am unfit to write with candor.
If you can read it, well and good;..
Wail by Dorothy Parker
Love has gone a-rocketing.
That is not the worst;
I could do without the thing,
And not be the..
Winter in the Country by Claude McKay
Sweet life! how lovely to be here
And feel the soft sea-laden breeze
Strike my flushed face, the..
Wild May by Claude McKay
Aleta mentions in her tender letters,
Among a chain of quaint and touching things,
That you are..
When Dawn Comes to the City by Claude McKay
The tired cars go grumbling by,
The moaning, groaning cars,
And the old milk carts go rumbling b..
Who In The Hell Is Tom Jones? by Charles Bukowski
I was shacked with a
24 year old girl from
New York City for
two weeks- about
the time of the ga..
Working Out by Charles Bukowski
Van Gogh cut off his ear
gave it to a
prostitute
who flung it away in
extreme
disgust.
Van, wh..
Whats The Use Of A Title? by Charles Bukowski
They dont make it
the beautiful die in flame-
sucide pills,rat poison,rope what-
ever...
the..
Writing by Charles Bukowski
often it is the only
thing
between you and
impossibility.
no drink,
no woman’s love,
no wealth..
What A Writer by Charles Bukowski
what i liked about e.e. cummings
was that he cut away from
the holiness of the
word
and with ch..
We Ain't Got No Money, Honey, But We Got Rain by Charles Bukowski
call it the greenhouse effect or whatever
but it just doesn’t rain like it used to.
I particularly..
What Can We Do? by Charles Bukowski
at their best, there is gentleness in Humanity.
some understanding and, at times, acts of
courage
..
Who am I? by Carl Sandburg
My head knocks against the stars.
My feet are on the hilltops.
My finger-tips are in the valleys a..
Waiting by Carl Sandburg
TODAY I will let the old boat stand
Where the sweep of the harbor tide comes in
To the pulse of a..
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