The First Cat, by Arthur Guiterman
The Ark on the dark, multitudinous waters
Was...
The Ark on the dark, multitudinous waters
Was...
He was lost!--not a shade of doubt of that;
F...
Beloved of lovers, bards, astronomers,
Myth...
Soggy basin bellows smoke and steam over the pi...
Up o'er the hill and broken wall
There stole a...
MARBLEHEAD, 1901. The fog slunk down from Lab...
Here in my Northern home I love to muse,
Fair...
Amid the wildernesses vast
That gird the Missi...
For other scenes their lights expand,
Out in ...
Guessing my gloom,
the old orange cat,
the...
On Ganges banks roams the tiger,
And lion rul...
The odor's beyond sweet,
but begins there, l...
It’ s well documented by now
that Coca C...
You’ re an open book,
He said,
You&rs...
At dawn I took my boat and crossed
Over to Son...
There were ten fingers on my hands, now I got s...
A doorway is a hopeless hiding place
and the s...
Osteoporosis (one of life's indignities)
is su...
She sits at the window
frozen in time.
What d...
BOWED o'er my staff, but raising not my head, ...
from Brendan Constantine is My Kind of Town I ...
The summer and autumn had been so wet,
That i...
A Lay Made about the Year of the City CCCLX I ...
FROM the besieged Ardea all in post,
...
The horse's name was Remorse.There were people ...