robinson - Popular Poems and stories from category

Guvener B
is a sensible man;
He stays to his home an' looks arter his folks;
He draws his furrer ez straight ez he can,

Somewhere in Chelsea, early summer;
And, walking in the twilight toward the docks,
I thought I made out Robinson ahead of me
From an uncurtained second-story room, a radio Was playing There’s a Small Hotel; a kite Twisted above dark...

The dog stops barking after Robinson has gone
His act is over
The world is a gray world,
Not without violence, and he kicks under the grand piano,