The Street, by Jules Romains
I DID not wish to come into this street. ...
I DID not wish to come into this street. ...
O MULTITUDE!
Here in the hollow of
The theatr...
Wading through the misty lamp-lit streets
I st...
In America the
Dead are laid
Out in ordered...
I waited for you to come
as a predator
behind...
You’ re an open book,
He said,
You&rs...
Man went to the moon
Never asked what she wan...
I tell a tale which makes me pale
For its dism...
The sting in a limbering spring day
foreshadow...
A cave of air softens,
hovers over our heads....
In glory of genesis
the oval universe
took fo...
As my love gave chase to a butterfly
&n...
At dawn I took my boat and crossed
Over to Son...
I. The Bank “ It goes in ninety seconds!...
The trout had much to celebrate
Not just the l...
I think thou waitest, Love, beyond the Gate--...
The tossing tops of the palm are loud with a wi...
I who have lived my life,
My years of hot-blo...
Here comes the beast that lays the golden egg, ...
My flesh it curdles
Seeps out of me
As red b...
There were ten fingers on my hands, now I got s...
Dear Father
I wrote a poem for you once
I wro...
from The Lighthouse Keeper (Timberline Press, ...
Democritus fig-loving shouldst thou see,
Bear...
Shepherds that on this mountain ridge abide,
...