Poems While You Poo Too

Poems while You poo, too
Winkin', Blinkin', and Nod

Winkin', Blinkin', and Nod, one night sailed off in a wooden shoe; Sailed off on a river of crystal light into a sea of dew !Where are you going and what do you wish"! the old moon asked the three !We've come to fish for the herring fish that live in this #eautiful sea Nets of silver and gold have we,! said Winkin', Blinkin', and Nod $he old moon laughed and sang a song as they rocked in the wooden shoe %nd the wind that sped them all night long ruffled the waves of dew Now the little stars are the herring fish that live in that #eautiful sea; !&ast your nets wherever you wish never afraid are we'! So cried the stars to the fishermen three ( Winkin', and Blinkin', and Nod So all night long their nets they threw to the stars in the twinkling foam '$il down from the skies came the wooden shoe #ringing the fisherman home '$was all so pretty a sail it seemed as if it could not #e Some folks say 'twas a dream they dreamed of sailing that misty sea But ) shall name you the fisherman three ( Winkin', Blinkin', and Nod Now Winkin' and Blinkin' are two little eyes and Nod is a little head %nd the wooden shoe that sailed the skies is a wee one's trundle #ed So close your eyes while mother sings of the wonderful sights
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that #e %nd you shall see those #eautiful things as you sail on the misty sea, Where the old shoe rocked the fishermen three ( Winkin', Blinkin', and Nod
*ey' diddle, diddle, $he cat and the fiddle, $he cow +umped over the moon; $he little dog laughed $o see such sport, %nd the dish ran away with the spoon
Reluctance ,ut through the fields and the woods %nd over the walls ) have wended; ) have clim#ed the hills of view %nd looked at the world, and descended; ) have come #y the highway home, %nd lo, it is ended $he leaves are all dead on the ground, Save those that the oak is keeping $o ravel them one #y one %nd let them go scraping and creeping ,ut over the crusted snow, When others are sleeping %nd the dead leaves lie huddled and still, No longer #lown hither and thither; $he last lone aster is gone;

$he flowers of the witch ha-el wither; $he heart is still aching to seek, But the feet .uestion !Whither"! %h, when to the heart of man Was it ever less than a treason $o go with the drift of things, $o yield with a grace to reason, %nd #ow and accept the end ,f a love or a season"
Robert Frost
(all nothing's only our hugest home; the most who die, the more we live 2ee cummings
what if a much of a which of a wind what if a much of a which of a wind gives the truth to summer's lie; #loodies with di--ying leaves the sun and yanks immortal stars awry" Blow king to #eggar and .ueen to seem /#low friend to fiend0 #low space to time1 (when skies are hanged and oceans drowned, the single secret will still #e man what if a keen of a lean wind flays screaming hills with sleet and snow0 strangles valleys #y ropes of thing and stifles forests in white ago" Blow hope to terror; #low seeing to #lind /#low pity to envy and soul to mind1 (whose hearts are mountains, roots are trees, it's they shall cry hello to the spring what if a dawn of a doom of a dream #ites this universe in two, peels forever out of his grave and sprinkles nowhere with me and you" Blow soon to never and never to twice /#low life to isn't0#low death to was1
beautiful is the unmea ning of (sil ently) fal ling (e ver yw here) s now

2e. e. cummings
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3/a le af fa
Love Letter /By Sylvia Plath1 Not easy to state the change you made )f )'m alive now, then ) was dead, $hough, like a stone, un#othered #y it, Staying put according to ha#it You didn't +ust toe me an inch, no(( Nor leave me to set my small #ald eye Skyward again, without hope, of course, ,f apprehending #lueness, or stars $hat wasn't it ) slept, say0 a snake 4asked among #lack rocks as a #lack rock )n the white hiatus of winter(( 5ike my neigh#ors, taking no pleasure )n the million perfectly(chiseled &heeks alighting each moment to melt 4y cheek of #asalt $hey turned to tears, %ngels weeping over dull natures, But didn't convince me $hose tears fro-e 6ach dead head had a visor of ice %nd ) slept on like a #ent finger $he first thing ) saw was sheer air %nd the locked drops rising in a dew 5impid as spirits 4any stones lay 7ense and e8pressionless round a#out ) didn't know what to make of it ) shone, mica(scaled, and unfolded

$o pour myself out like a fluid %mong #ird feet and the stems of plants ) wasn't fooled ) knew you at once $ree and stone glittered, without shadows 4y finger(length grew lucent as glass ) started to #ud like a 4arch twig0 %n arm and a leg, an arm, a leg 9rom stone to cloud, so ) ascended Now ) resem#le a sort of god 9loating through the air in my soul(shift Pure as a pane of ice )t's a gift
o a !riend Whose Work has "ome to rium#h By %nne Se8ton &onsider )carus, pasting those sticky wings on, testing that strange little tug at his shoulder #lade, and think of that first flawless moment over the lawn of the la#yrinth $hink of the difference it made' $here #elow are the trees, as awkward as camels; and here are the shocked starlings pumping past and think of innocent )carus who is doing .uite well0 larger than a sail, over the fog and the #last of the plushy ocean, he goes %dmire his wings' 9eel the fire at his neck and see how casually he glances up and is caught, wondrously tunneling into that hot eye Who cares that feel #ack to the

sea" See him acclaiming the sun and come plunging down while his sensi#le daddy goes straight into town
$%changing &ats the visors hanging o'er the :nfunny uncles who insist ear in trying on a lady's hat, so that the golden anchors ((oh, even if the +oke falls flat, drag, we share your slight transvestite ((the tides of fashion never twist lag Such caps may not #e worn in spite of our em#arrassment ne8t year &ostume and custom are comple8 $he headgear of the other se8 inspires us to e8periment %nandrous aunts, who, at the #each with paper plates upon your laps, keep putting on the yachtsmen's caps with e8hi#itionistic screech,

perhaps, he thinks what might a miter matter" :nfunny uncle, you who wore a hat too #ig, or one too many, tell us, can't you, are there any ,r you who don the paper plate stars inside your #lack itself, and put some grapes upon fedora" it, or sport the )ndian's feather %unt e8emplary and slim, #onnet, with avernal eyes, we wonder ((perversities may aggravate what slow changes they see the natural madness of the hatter %nd if the opera hats collapse and crowns grow draughty, then,
under their vast, shady, turned(down #rim $li'abeth Bisho#
he (ictor )og BY ;%46S 46<<)55 for Elisabeth Bishop Bi8 to Bu8tehude to Boule$he little white dog on the =ictor la#el 5istens long and hard as he is a#le )t>s all in a day>s work, whatever plays

9rom +udgment, it would seem, he has refrained *e even listens earnestly to Bloch, $hen #uilds a church upon our acid rock *e>s man>s?no?he>s the 5eiermann>s #est friend, ,r would #e if hearing and listening were the same Does he hear" ) fancy he rather smells $hose lemon(gold arpeggios in <avel>s @5es +ets d>eau du palais de ceu8 .ui s>aiment A *e ponders the Schumann &oncerto>s tall willow hit By lightning, and stays put When he surmises $hrough one of Bach>s eternal #o8wood ma-es $he o#oe pungent as a #itch in heat, ,r when the calypso decants its raw #ay rum ,r the moon in Wozzeck reddens ripe for murder, *e doesn>t snee-e or howl; +ust listens harder %damant needles #ear down on him from Whirling of outer space, too #lack, too near? But he was taught as a puppy not to flinch, 4uch less to imitate his #Bte noire Blanche Who #arked, fat foolish creature, at Cing 5ear Still others fought in the road>s filth over ;e-e#el,

Slavered on hearths of horned and pelted #arons *is fore#ears lacked, to say the least, for#earance &an nature change in him" Nothing>s impossi#le $he last chord fades $he night is cold and fine *is master>s voice rasps through the grooves> #are groves ,#ediently, in silence like the grave>s *e sleeps there on the still(warm gramophone ,nly to dream he is at the premiDre of a *andel ,pera long thought lost?Il Cane Minore. )ts allegorical su#+ect is his story' % little dog revolving round a spindle Eives rise to harmonies #eyond #elief, % cast of stars )s there in =ictor>s heart No honey for the van.uished" %rt is art $he life it asks of us is a dog>s life
he Windhover
Eerard 4anley *opkins
) caught this morning morning's minion, king(


dom of daylight's dauphin, dapple(dawn(drawn 9alcon, in his riding ,f the rolling level underneath him steady air, and striding *igh there, how he rung upon the rein of a wimpling wing )n his ecstasy' then off, off forth on swing, %s a skate's heel sweeps smooth on a #ow(#end0 the hurl and gliding <e#uffed the #ig wind 4y heart in hiding Stirred for a #ird, F the achieve of, the mastery of the thing' Brute #eauty and valour and act, oh, air, pride, plume, here Buckle' %N7 the fire that #reaks from thee then, a #illion $imes told lovelier, more dangerous, , my chevalier' No wonder of it0 shGer plHd makes plough down sillion Shine, and #lue(#leak em#ers, ah my dear, 9all, gall themselves, and gash gold(vermilion

he &ug
#y $hom Eunn
)t was your #irthday, we had drunk and dined *alf of the night with our old friend Who'd showed us in the end $o a #ed ) reached in one drunk stride %lready ) lay snug, %nd drowsy with the wine do-ed on one side ) do-ed, ) slept 4y sleep #roke on a hug, Suddenly, from #ehind, )n which the full lengths of our #odies pressed0 Your instep to my heel, 4y shoulder(#lades against your chest )t was not se8, #ut ) could feel $he whole strength of your #ody set, ,r #raced, to mine, %nd locking me to you %s if we were still twenty(two When our grand passion had not yet Become familial 4y .uick sleep had deleted all ,f intervening time and place ) only knew $he stay of your secure firm dry em#race

* )rinking +ong
W B Yeats
Wine comes in at the mouth %nd love comes in at the eye; $hat>s all we shall know for truth Before we grow old and die ) lift the glass to my mouth, ) look at you, and ) sigh
* Barred ,wl
BY <)&*%<7 W)5B:<
$he warping night air having #rought the #oom ,f an owl>s voice into her darkened room, We tell the wakened child that all she heard Was an odd .uestion from a forest #ird, %sking of us, if rightly listened to, @Who cooks for you"A and then @Who cooks for you"A Words, which can make our terrors #ravely clear, &an also thus domesticate a fear, %nd send a small child #ack to sleep at night Not listening for the sound of stealthy flight ,r dreaming of some small thing in a claw Borne up to some dark #ranch and eaten raw

* +te# *way from
)t>s my lunch hour, so ) go for a walk among the hum( colored ca#s 9irst, down the sidewalk where la#orers feed their dirty glistening torsos sandwiches and &oca(&ola, with yellow helmets on $hey protect them from falling #ricks, ) guess $hen onto the avenue where skirts are flipping a#ove heels and #low up over grates $he sun is hot, #ut the ca#s stir up the air ) look at #argains in wristwatches $here are cats playing in sawdust ,n to $imes S.uare, where the sign #lows smoke over my head, and higher the waterfall pours lightly % Negro stands in a doorway with a toothpick, languorously agitating % #londe chorus girl clicks0 he
hem
smiles and ru#s his chin 6verything suddenly honks0 it is 3I0JK of a $hursday Neon in daylight is a great pleasure, as 6dwin 7en#y would write, as are light #ul#s in daylight ) stop for a cheese#urger at ;:5)6$>S &,<N6< Eiulietta 4asina, wife of 9ederico 9ellini, bell attrice. %nd chocolate malted % lady in fo8es on such a day puts her poodle in a ca# $here are several Puerto <icans on the avenue today, which makes it #eautiful and warm 9irst Bunny died, then ;ohn 5atouche, then ;ackson Pollock But is the earth as full as life was full, of them"

%nd one has eaten and one walks, past the maga-ines with nudes and the posters for B:559)E*$ and the 4anhattan Storage Warehouse, which they>ll soon tear down ) used to think they had the %rmory Show there % glass of papaya +uice and #ack to work 4y heart is in my pocket, it is Poems #y Pierre <everdy
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Love after Love $he time will come when, with elation, you will greet yourself arriving at your own door, in your own mirror, and each will smile at the other's welcome and say, sit here 6at

You will love again the stranger who was your self Eive wine Eive #read Eive #ack your heart to itself, to the stranger who has loved you all your life, whom you have ignored for another, who knows you #y heart $ake down the love letters from the #ookshelf, the photographs, the desperate notes, peel your own image from the mirror Sit 9east on your life
27avid Walcott
you shall above all things be glad and young For if you're young,whatever life you wear it will become you;and if you are glad whatever's living will yourself become.

Girlboys may nothing more than boygirls need: i can entirely her only love whose any mystery makes every man's flesh put space on;and his mind take off time that you should ever think,may god forbid and (in his mercy) your true lover spare: for that way knowledge lies,the foetal grave called progress,and negation's dead undoom. I'd rather learn from one bird how to sing than teach ten thousand stars how not to dance
2ee cummings
,ctober #y 4ary ,liver $here's this shape, #lack as the entrance to a cave % longing wells up in its throat like a #lossom as it #reathes slowly

What does the world mean to you if you can't trust it to go on shining when you're not there" and there's a tree, long(fallen; once the #ees flew to it, like a procession of messengers, and filled it with honey I ) said to the chickadee, singing his heart out in the green pine tree0 little da--ler little song, little mouthful L $he shape clim#s up out of the curled grass )t grunts into view $here is no measure for the confidence at the #ottom of its eyes(( there is no telling the suppleness of its shoulders as it turns and yawns Near the fallen tree something((a leaf snapped loose from the #ranch and fluttering down((tries to pull me into its trap of attention J )t pulls me

into its trap of attention %nd when ) turn again, the #ear is gone M 5ook, has'nt my #ody already felt like the #ody of a flower" N 5ook, ) want to love this world as thought it's the last chance )'m ever going to get to #e alive and know it O Sometimes in late summer ) won't touch anytthing, not the flowers, not the #lack#erries #rimming in the thickets; ) won't drink from the pond; ) won't name the #irds or the trees; ) won't whisper my own name ,ne morning the fo8 came down the hill, glittering and confident, and didn't see me((and ) thought0 so this is the world )'m not in it )t is #eautiful
The Summer Day

by Mary Oliver

Who made the world" Who made the swan, and the #lack #ear" Who made the grasshopper" $his grasshopper, ) mean? the one who has flung herself out of the grass, the one who is eating sugar out of my hand, who is moving her +aws #ack and forth instead of up and down? who is ga-ing around with her enormous and complicated eyes Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away ) don't know e8actly what a prayer is ) do know how to pay attention, how to fall down into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass, how to #e idle and #lessed, how to stroll through the fields, which is what ) have #een doing all day $ell me, what else should ) have done" 7oesn't everything die at last, and too soon" $ell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life"

his -s .ust o +ay
#y William &arlos Williams
) have eaten the plums that were in the ice#o8 and which you were pro#a#ly saving for #reakfast 9orgive me they were delicious so sweet and so cold /3PLJ1
his is .ust to +ay

/for William &arlos Williams1
) have +ust asked you to get out of my apartment even though you never thought ) would 9orgive me you were driving me insane 26rica(5ynn *u#erty /3PP31
he Red Wheelbarrow
By William &arlos Williams
so much depends upon a red wheel #arrow gla-ed with rain water #eside the white chickens
!ire and -ce

#y <o#ert 9rost
Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice 9rom what )'ve tasted of desire ) hold with those who favour fire But if it had to perish twice, ) think ) know enough of hate $o say that for destruction ice

)s also great %nd would suffice
+to##ing by Woods on a +nowy $vening

#y <o#ert 9rost
Whose woods these are ) think ) know *is house is in the village, though; *e will not see me stopping here $o watch his woods fill up with snow 4y little horse must think it .ueer $o stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and fro-en lake $he darkest evening of the year *e gives his harness #ells a shake $o ask if there is some mistake $he only other sound's the sweep ,f easy wind and downy flake $he woods are lovely, dark and deep, But ) have promises to keep, %nd miles to go #efore ) sleep, %nd miles to go #efore ) sleep )ust of +now $he way a crow Shook down on me

$he dust of snow 9rom a hemlock tree *as given my heart % change of mood %nd saved some part ,f a day ) had rued
2<o#ert 9rost
$mily )ickinson /age0

$here is another sky, 6ver serene and fair, %nd there is another sunshine, $hough it #e darkness there; Never mind faded forests, %ustin, Never mind silent fields ( *ere is a little forest, Whose leaf is ever green; *ere is a #righter garden, Where not a frost has #een; )n its unfading flowers ) hear the #right #ee hum0 Prithee, my #rother, )nto my garden come' QQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQQ )'m No#ody' Who are you" %re you (( No#ody (( $oo" $hen there's a pair of us' 7on't tell' they'd advertise (( you know' *ow dreary (( to #e (( Some#ody' *ow pu#lic (( like a 9rog (( $o tell one's name (( the livelong ;une (( $o an admiring Bog' No#ody knows this little <ose (( )t might a pilgrim #e 7id ) not take it from the ways %nd lift it up to thee ,nly a Bee will miss it (( ,nly a Butterfly, *astening from far +ourney (( ,n its #reast to lie ((

,nly a Bird will wonder (( ,nly a Bree-e will sigh (( %h 5ittle <ose (( how easy 9or such as thee to die' #reaking ) shall not live in vain )f ) can ease one 5ife the %ching ,r cool one Pain ,r help one fainting <o#in :nto his Nest again ) shall not live in =ain
)f ) can stop one *eart from
Homework
by Allen Ginsberg
Homage Kenneth Koch
)f ) were doing my 5aundry )'d wash my dirty )ran )'d throw in my :nited States, and pour on the )vory Soap, scru# up %frica, put all the #irds and elephants #ack in the +ungle, )'d wash the %ma-on river and clean the oily &ari# R Eulf of 4e8ico, <u# that smog off the North Pole, wipe up all the pipelines in %laska, <u# a du# du# for <ocky 9lats and 5os %lamos, 9lush that

sparkly &esium out of 5ove &anal <inse down the %cid <ain over the Parthenon R Sphin8, 7rain the Sludge out of the 4editerranean #asin R make it a-ure again, Put some #lueing #ack into the sky over the <hine, #leach the little &louds so snow return white as snow, &leanse the *udson $hames R Neckar, 7rain the Suds out of 5ake 6rie $hen )'d throw #ig %sia in one giant 5oad R wash out the #lood R %gent ,range, 7ump the whole mess of <ussia and &hina in the wringer, s.uee-e out the tattletail Eray of : S &entral %merican police state, R put the planet in the drier R let it sit IK minutes or an %eon till it came out clean
+ong #y %llen Eins#erg $he weight of the world is love :nder the #urden of solitude,
under the #urden of dissatisfaction the weight, the weight we carry is love

Who can deny" )n dreams it touches the #ody, in thought constructs a miracle, in imagination anguishes till #orn in human(( looks out of the heart #urning with purity(( for the #urden of life is love, #ut we carry the weight wearily, and so must rest in the arms of love at last, must rest in the arms of love No rest without love, no sleep without dreams of love(( #e mad or chill o#sessed with angels or machines, the final wish is love ((cannot #e #itter, cannot deny, cannot withhold if denied0 the weight is too heavy ((must give for no return as thought is given in solitude in all the e8cellence of its e8cess $he warm #odies shine together in the darkness, the hand moves to the center of the flesh, the skin trem#les in happiness and the soul comes +oyful to the eye(( yes, yes, that's what ) wanted, ) always wanted, ) always wanted, to return to the #ody where ) was #orn /3PMJ, in San ;ose1 %llen Eins#erg *aikus /Never Pu#lished1
Drinking my tea Without sugarNo difference.

The s arro! shits u side do!n --ah" my brain # eggs Mayan head in a $acific drift!ood bole --%omeday &'ll live in N.(. )ooking over my shoulder my behind !as covered !ith cherry blossoms. Winter Haiku & didn't kno! the names of the flo!ers--no! my garden is gone. & sla ed the mos*uito and missed. What made me do that+ ,eading haiku & am unha ylonging for the Nameless. . frog floating in the drugstore /ar0 summer rain on grey avements. 1after %hiki2 On the orch in my shorts3 auto lights in the rain. .nother year has ast-the !orld is no different. The first thing & looked for in my old garden !as The 4herry Tree. My old desk0 the first thing & looked for in my house. My early /ournal0 the first thing & found in my old desk. My mother's ghost0 the first thing & found in the living room. & *uit shaving but the eyes that glanced at me remained in the mirror. The madman emerges from the movies0 the street at lunchtime. 4ities of boys are in their gravesand in this to!n... )ying on my side in the void0 the breath in my nose. On the fifteenth floor the dog che!s a bone%creech of ta5icabs. . hardon in Ne! (orka boy in %an 6ransisco. The moon over the roof!orms in the garden. & rent this house.

A Desolation by Allen
insberg
Now mind is clear as a cloudless sky $ime then to make a home in wilderness What have ) done #ut wander with my eyes in the trees" So ) will #uild0 wife, family, and seek for neigh#ors ,r ) perish of lonesomeness or want of food or lightning or the #ear /must tame the hart and wear the #ear1 %nd may#e make an image of my wandering, a little image?shrine #y the roadside to signify to traveler that ) live here in the wilderness awake and at home

In Back Of The Real by Allen insberg
railroad yard in %an 7ose & !andered desolate in front of a tank factory and sat on a bench near the s!itchman's shack. . flo!er lay on the hay on the as halt high!ay --the dread hay flo!er & thought--&t had a brittle black stem and corolla of yello!ish dirty s ikes like 7esus' inchlong cro!n- and a soiled dry center cotton tuft like a used shaving brush that's been lying under the garage for a year. (ello!- yello! flo!er- and flo!er of industrytough s iky ugly flo!erflo!er nonetheless!ith the form of the great yello! ,ose in your brain" This is the flo!er of the World.

The Waking
by Theodore !oethke
& !ake to slee - and take my !aking slo!. & feel my fate in !hat & cannot fear. & learn by going !here & have to go. We think by feeling. What is there to kno!+ & hear my being dance from ear to ear. & !ake to slee - and take my !aking slo!. Of those so close beside me- !hich are you+ 8od bless the 8round" & shall !alk softly there.nd learn by going !here & have to go. )ight takes the Tree3 but !ho can tell us ho!+ The lo!ly !orm climbs u a !inding stair3 & !ake to slee - and take my !aking slo!. 8reat Nature has another thing to do To you and me3 so take the lively air.nd- lovely- learn by going !here to go. This shaking kee s me steady. & should kno!. What falls a!ay is al!ays. .nd is near. & !ake to slee - and take my !aking slo!. & learn by going !here & have to go.

he +urvivor /#y $heodore <oethke1 ) am twenty(four led to slaughter ) survived $he following are empty synonyms0 man and #east love and hate friend and foe darkness and light $he way of killing men and #easts is the same )'ve seen it0 truckfuls of chopped(up men who will not #e saved )deas are mere words0 virtue and crime truth and lies #eauty and ugliness courage and cowardice =irtue and crime weigh the same )'ve seen it0 in a man who was #oth criminal and virtuous ) seek a teacher and a master may he restore my sight hearing and speech may he again name o#+ects and ideas

may he separate darkness from light ) am twenty(four led to slaughter ) survived -n * )ark ime #y $heodore <oethke
)n a dark time, the eye #egins to see, ) meet my shadow in the deepening shade; ) hear my echo in the echoing wood(( % lord of nature weeping to a tree, ) live #etween the heron and the wren, Beasts of the hill and serpents of the den What's madness #ut no#ility of soul %t odds with circumstance" $he day's on fire' ) know the purity of pure despair, 4y shadow pinned against a sweating wall, $hat place among the rocks((is it a cave, ,r winding path" $he edge is what ) have % steady storm of correspondences' % night flowing with #irds, a ragged moon, %nd in #road day the midnight come again' % man goes far to find out what he is(( 7eath of the self in a long, tearless night, %ll natural shapes #la-ing unnatural light 7ark,dark my light, and darker my desire 4y soul, like some heat(maddened summer fly, Ceeps #u--ing at the sill Which ) is )"

% fallen man, ) clim# out of my fear $he mind enters itself, and Eod the mind, %nd one is ,ne, free in the tearing wind
he Little Boy and the ,ld 1an #y Shel Silverstein Said the little #oy, !Sometimes ) drop my spoon ! Said the old man, !) do that too ! $he little #oy whispered, !) wet my pants ! !) do that too,! laughed the little old man Said the little #oy, !) often cry ! $he old man nodded, !So do ) ! !But worst of all,! said the #oy, !it seems Erown(ups don't pay attention to me ! %nd he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand !) know what you mean,! said the little old man
1essy Room #y Shel Silverstein Whosever room this is should #e ashamed' *is underwear is hanging on the lamp *is raincoat is there in the overstuffed chair, %nd the chair is #ecoming .uite mucky and damp *is work#ook is wedged in the window, *is sweater's #een thrown on the floor *is scarf and one ski are #eneath the $=, %nd his pants have #een carelessly hung on the door

*is #ooks are all +ammed in the closet, *is vest has #een left in the hall % li-ard named 6d is asleep in his #ed, %nd his smelly old sock has #een stuck to the wall Whosever room this is should #e ashamed' 7onald or <o#ert or Willie or(( *uh" You say it's mine" ,h, dear, ) knew it looked familiar'
!ootnote o &owl #y %llen Eins#erg *oly' *oly' *oly' *oly' *oly' *oly' *oly' *oly' *oly' *oly' *oly' *oly' *oly' *oly' *oly' $he world is holy' $he soul is holy' $he skin is holy' $he nose is holy' $he tongue and cock and hand and asshole holy' 6verything is holy' every#ody's holy' everywhere is holy' everyday is in eternity' 6veryman's an angel' $he #um's as holy as the seraphim' the madman is holy as you my soul are holy' $he typewriter is holy the poem is holy the voice is holy the hearers are holy the ecstasy is holy' *oly Peter holy %llen holy Solomon holy 5ucien holy Cerouac holy *uncke holy Burroughs holy &as( sady holy the unknown #uggered and suffering #eggars holy the hideous human angels' *oly my mother in the insane asylum' *oly the cocks of the grandfathers of Cansas' *oly the groaning sa8ophone' *oly the #op apocalypse' *oly the +a--#ands mari+uana hipsters peace R +unk R drums' *oly the solitudes of skyscrapers and pavements' *oly the cafeterias filled with the millions' *oly the mysterious rivers of tears under the streets' *oly the lone +uggernaut' *oly the vast lam# of the middle class' *oly the cra-y shepherds of re#ell(

ion' Who digs 5os %ngeles )S 5os %ngeles' *oly New York *oly San 9rancisco *oly Peoria R Seattle *oly Paris *oly $angiers *oly 4oscow *oly )stan#ul' *oly time in eternity holy eternity in time holy the clocks in space holy the fourth dimension holy the fifth )nternational holy the %ngel in 4oloch' *oly the sea holy the desert holy the railroad holy the locomotive holy the visions holy the hallucina( tions holy the miracles holy the eye#all holy the a#yss' *oly forgiveness' mercy' charity' faith' *oly' ,urs' #odies' suffering' magnanimity' *oly the supernatural e8tra #rilliant intelligent kindness of the soul' /Berkeley 3PMM1
Bear -n
here #y Shel Silverstein
$here's a Polar Bear )n our 9rigidaire(( *e likes it 'cause it's cold in there With his seat in the meat %nd his face in the fish %nd his #ig hairy paws )n the #uttery dish, *e's ni##ling the noodles, *e's munching the rice, *e's slurping the soda, *e's licking the ice %nd he lets out a roar )f you open the door %nd it gives me a scare $o know he's in there(( $hat Polary Bear

)n our 9ridgitydaire
he Road Not
aken #y <o#ert 9rost
$wo roads diverged in a yellow wood, %nd sorry ) could not travel #oth %nd #e one traveler, long ) stood %nd looked down one as far as ) could $o where it #ent in the undergrowth; $hen took the other, as +ust as fair, %nd having perhaps the #etter claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; $hough as for that the passing there *ad worn them really a#out the same, %nd #oth that morning e.ually lay )n leaves no step had trodden #lack ,h, ) kept the first for another day' Yet knowing how way leads on to way, ) dou#ted if ) should ever come #ack ) shall #e telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence0 $wo roads diverged in a wood, and )( ) took the one less traveled #y, %nd that has made all the difference

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