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Drunken Memories Of Anne Sexton

© Alan Dugan

The first and last time I met
my ex-lover Anne Sexton was at
a protest poetry reading against
some anti-constitutional war in Asia

Though Syra's rock was passed at morn,
The wind so faintly arched the sail,
That ere to Delos we were borne,
The autumn day began to fail,
And only in Diana's smiles
We reached the bay between the isles.

Down On Wriggle Crick

© James Whitcomb Riley

Well--. He tacked up his k'dentials,
And got down to biz--.
Captured Johnts by cuttin' stenchils
Fer them old wheat-sacks o' his--.

Dream Song 114: Henry in trouble whirped out lonely whines

© John Berryman

Henry in trouble whirped out lonely whines.
When ich when was ever not in trouble?
But did he whip out whines
afore? And when check in wif ales & lifelines
anyone earlier O?Some, now, Mr Bones,
many.I am fleeing double:

Dorcas Gustine

© Edgar Lee Masters

I was not beloved of the villagers,
But all because I spoke my mind,
And met those who transgressed against me
With plain remonstrance, hiding nor nurturing

Departing

© Frances Anne Kemble

Pour we libations to the father, Jove,

And bid him watch propitious o'er our way;

Dow Kritt

© Edgar Lee Masters

Samuel is forever talking of his elm --
But I did not need to die to learn about roots:
I, who dug all the ditches about Spoon River.
Look at my elm!

Daniel M'Cumber

© Edgar Lee Masters

When I went to the city, Mary McNeely,
I meant to return for you, yes I did.
But Laura, my landlady's daughter,
Stole into my life somehow, and won me away.

Dillard Sissman

© Edgar Lee Masters

The buzzards wheel slowly
In wide circles, in a sky
Faintly hazed as from dust from the road.
And a wind sweeps through the pasture where I lie

Dunedin in the Gloaming

© Jessie Mackay

LIKE a black enamoured king whispered low the thunder

To the lights of Roslyn, terraced far asunder;

Dippold the Optician

© Edgar Lee Masters

What do you see now?
Globes of red, yellow, purple.
Just a moment! And now?
My father and mother and sisters.

Dearth

© James Whitcomb Riley

I hold your trembling hand to-night-- and yet

I may not know what wealth of bliss is mine,

Doctor Meyers

© Edgar Lee Masters

No other man, unless it was Doc Hill,
Did more for people in this town than l.
And all the weak, the halt, the improvident
And those who could not pay flocked to me.

Daisy Fraser

Did you ever hear of Editor Whedon
Giving to the public treasury any of the money he received
For supporting candidated for office?
Or for writing up the canning factory

Dora Williams

When Reuben Pantier ran away and threw me
I went to Springfield. There I met a lush,
Whose father just deceased left him a fortune.
He married me when drunk. My life was wretched.

Dr. Siegfried Iseman

I said when they handed me my diploma,
I said to myself I will be good
And wise and brave and helpful to others;
I said I will carry the Christian creed

Deacon Taylor

I belonged to the church,
And to the party of prohibition;
And the villagers thought I died of eating watermelon.
In truth I had cirrhosis of the liver,