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Come, Lord, and lift the fallen birdAbandoned on the ground;The soul bereft and longing soTo have the lost be found…Before the movers came,we found..

Omaha, Nebraska They do not sleep nightsbut stand betweenrows of glowing corn andcabbages grown on acres pastthe edge of the city.Surrendered..

Field is pause field is plot field is red chigger bump wherethe larvae feed corn wig curled in your ear. Field cares nota fig for your resistance..

Some of usare chum.Some of usare the come-hitherhoneycombgleamy in the middleof the trap's busted smile.Though I let myself a littleoff this hook..

Make your daily monument the Ego,use a masochist's epistemologyof shame and dog-eared certaintythat others less exacting might forgo.If memory's an..

at the altarpiece of Saint TeresaNo need to be coy—you know whatshe's doingAnd so did Bernini,when he found Teresain the full-throttle ofher divine..

This hideous,upholstered in gift-wrap fabric, chromedin places, design possibilityfor the future canned ham.Its geniuswonderful, circa I993.I've..

Mother, I'm tryingto writea poem to you—which is how mostpoems to mothers mustbegin—or, What I've wantedto say, Mother...but weas children of..

When I think of the many peoplewho privately despise children,I can't say I'm completely shocked,having been one. I was notexceptional, uncomfortable..

I've known the pleasures of beingfired at least eleven times—most notably by Larry who found my snoodunsuitable, another time by Jack,whom I was..

Up, Amarylis! Darling, awaken!Through the still brackenSoft airs swell;Iris, all dightly,Vestured so brightly,Coloreth lightlyWood and..

Storm and wave their tumult cease.See, the heav'nly galaxies,Fainter, even dimmerIs their golden glimmerAs the morningSoftly dawningOf the sun's wan..

'Good servant Mollberg, what's happened to thee,Whom without coat and hatless I see?Bloody thy mouth--and thou'rt lacking a tooth!Where have you..

Drink till after twelve or more,Live it up with madmen !Earth is but my chamber floorAnd the sun my lantern.Nothing else is worth a pinIf my head but..

Ulla, mine Ulla, tell me, may I hand theeReddest of strawberries in milk or wine?Or from the pond a lively fish? Command me!Or, from the well, a bowl..

Our Ulla lay one morning and slept,A hand beneath her ear;Her key alone the taverner keptOr through its hole might peer.Outside in the tavern..

Drink out thy glass! See, on thy threshold, nightly,Staying his sword, stands Death, awaiting thee.Be not alarmed; the grave-door, opened..

Little Carl, sleep soft and sweet:Thou'lt soon enough be waking;Soon enough ill days thou'lt meet,Their bitterness partaking.Earth's an isle with..

A twig alighted on a fence and dozed;So do I sleep.The fruit fell and what have I to do with my trunk,What with my branch?The fruit fell, the flower..

The sun has already disappeared beyond the treetops,Come let us go and welcome the Sabbath Queen,She is already descending among us, holy and..

Should you wish to know the Source,From which your brothers drew…Their strength of soul…Their comfort, courage, patience, trust,And iron might to..

I didn’t win light in a windfall,nor by deed of a father’s will.I hewed my light from granite.I quarried my heart.In the mine of my heart a spark..

A bough sank down on a fence, and fell asleep –so shall I sleep.The fruit has fallen; and what do I carefor my root and stock?The fruit has fallen..

Once more. Look: a spent old scarecrowshrivelled facestraw-dry shadowswaying like a leafbending and swaying over books.Once more. Look: a spent old..

After my death mourn me this way:'There was a man-and see: he is no more;before his time this man diedand his life's song in mid-bar stopped;and oh..