There was a crooked man, and he walked a crooked mile,
He found a crooked sixpence against a crooked stile;
He bought a crooked cat which caught a crooked mouse,
And they all lived together in a little crooked house.
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This crowded life of God's good
No man has relished more than I;
I've been so goldarned busy livingI've never had the time to die
So busy fishing, hunting, roving,
Day creeps down
The moon is creeping up
The sun is a corbeil of flowers the moon Blanche Places there, a bouquet
Ho-ho
[According to Maori mythology, the god Tiki created Man by taking apiece of clay and moistening it with his own blood
Woman was theoffspring of a sunbeam and a sylvan
US God made Man to cope with destiny:
Taking the common clay,
The eyeless labourer in the night,the selfless, shapeless seed I hold,builds for its resurrection day---silent and swift and deep from sightforesees the unimagined light
This is no child with a child's face;this has no name to name it by;yet ...
OH for one hour of youthful joy
Give back my twentieth spring
I'd rather laugh, a bright-haired boy, Than reign, a gray-beard king
Off with the spoils of wrinkled age
After the final no there comes a
And on that yes the future world depends
No was the night
Yes is this present sun
Tamed by Miltown, we lie on Mother's bed;the rising sun in war paint dyes us red;in broad daylight her gilded bed-posts shine,abandoned, almost Dionysian
At last the trees are green on Marlborough Street,blossoms on our magnolia ignitethe mor...
My God,
I heard this
That none doth build a stately habitation But he that means to dwell therein
What house more stately hath there been,
Even the man who is happyglimpses somethingor a hair of sound touches himand his heart overflows with a longinghe does not recognizethen it must be that he is rememberingin a place out of reachshapes he has lovedin a life before thisthe print of t...
The man pulling radishespointed my waywith a radish