I He would drink by himself And raise a weathered thumb Towards the high shelf, Calling another rum And blackcurrant,…
There is a place where the sidewalk ends And before the street begins, And there the grass grows soft and…
There is another sky, Ever serene and fair, And there is another sunshine, Though it be darkness there; Never mind…
Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me…
Whosever room this is should be ashamed! His underwear is hanging on the lamp. His raincoat is there in the…
Sous le pont Mirabeau coule la Seine Et nos amours Faut-il qu’il m’en souvienne La joie venait toujours après la…
Bald heads forgetful of their sins, Old, learned, respectable bald heads Edit and annotate the lines That young men, tossing…
Love set you going like a fat gold watch. The midwife slapped your footsoles, and your bald cry Took its…
“Why do I love” You, Sir? Because— The Wind does not require the Grass To answer—Wherefore when He pass She…
As I listened from a beach-chair in the shade To all the noises that my garden made, It seemed to…