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Half Moon in a High Wind by Carl Sandburg
MONEY is nothing now, even if I had it,
O mooney moon, yellow half moon,
Up over the green pines a..
Hum Bom! by Allen Ginsberg
I
Whom bomb?
We bomb them!
Whom bomb?
We bomb them!
Whom bomb?
We bomb them!
Whom bomb?
We..
Haiku (Never Published) by Allen Ginsberg
Drinking my tea
Without sugar-
No difference.
The sparrow shits
upside down
--ah! my brain &..
Homework by Allen Ginsberg
Homage Kenneth Koch
If I were doing my Laundry I’d wash my dirty Iran
I’d throw in my United S..
Howl by Allen Ginsberg
For
Carl Solomon
I
I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by
madness, starvin..
here is little Effie's head by E. E. Cummings
here is little Effie’s head
whose brains are made of gingerbread
when judgment day comes
God will..
here's to opening and upward by E. E. Cummings
here’s to opening and upward, to leaf and to sap
and to your(in my arms flowering so new)
self who..
hate blows a bubble of despair into by E. E. Cummings
hate blows a bubble of despair into
hugeness world system universe and bang
-fear buries a tomorro..
Hearthside by Dorothy Parker
Half across the world from me
Lie the lands I’ll never see-
I, whose longing lives and dies
Where..
Healed by Dorothy Parker
Oh, when I flung my heart away,
The year was at its fall.
I saw my dear, the other day,
Beside a..
Harriet Beecher Stowe by Dorothy Parker
The pure and worthy Mrs. Stowe
Is one we all are proud to know
As mother, wife, and authoress-
Th..
Homing Swallows by Claude McKay
Swift swallows sailing from the Spanish main,
O rain-birds racing merrily away
From hill-tops pa..
Home Thoughts by Claude McKay
Oh something just now must be happening there!
That suddenly and quiveringly here,
Amid the city..
Heritage by Claude McKay
Now the dead past seems vividly alive,
And in this shining moment I can trace,
Down through the vi..
Harlem Shadows by Claude McKay
I hear the halting footsteps of a lass
In Negro Harlem when the night lets fall
Its veil. I see th..
Hooray Say The Roses by Charles Bukowski
hooray say the roses, today is blamesday
and we are red as blood.
hooray say the roses, today is..
His Wife, The Painter by Charles Bukowski
There are sketches on the walls of men and women and ducks,
and outside a large green bus swerves t..
Hot by Charles Bukowski
she was hot, she was so hot
I didn’t want anybody else to have her,
and if I didn’t get home on ti..
How Is Your Heart? by Charles Bukowski
during my worst times
on the park benches
in the jails
or living with
whores
I always had this..
Here I Am ... by Charles Bukowski
drunk again at 3 a.m. at the end of my 2nd bottle
of wine, I have typed from a dozen to 15 pages of..
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