HALLWAY POEMS

Clocks

HERE is a face that says half-past seven the same way whether a murder or a wedding goes on, whether a funeral or a picnic crowd passes.
A tall one I know at the end of a hallway broods in shadows and is watching booze eat out the insides of the man of the house; it has seen five hopes go in five years: one woman, one child, and three dreams.
A little one carried in a leather box by an actress rides with her to hotels and is under her pillow in a sleeping-car between one-night stands.
One hoists a phiz over a railroad station; it points numbers to people a quarter-mile away who believe it when other clocks fail.
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Carl Sandburg

Mignon

Do you know the land where the lemon-trees grow,
in darkened leaves the gold-oranges glow,
a soft wind blows from the pure blue sky,
the myrtle stands mute, and the bay-tree high?
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Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe

To The Saguaro Cactus Tree In The Desert Rain

I had no idea the elf owl
Crept into you in the secret
Of night.

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To The Saguaro Cactus Tree In The Desert Rain Poe

Lay Back The Darkness

My father in the night shuffling from room to room
on an obscure mission through the hallway.

Help me, spirits, to penetrate his dream
.....

Edward Hirsch

To The Saguaro Cactus Tree In The Desert Rain

I had no idea the elf owl
Crept into you in the secret
Of night.

.....

James Arlington Wright

The House Of Dust: Part 04: 03: Palimpsest: A Deceitful Portrait

Well, as you say, we live for small horizons:
We move in crowds, we flow and talk together,
Seeing so many eyes and hands and faces,
So many mouths, and all with secret meanings,—
.....

Conrad Potter Aiken

Prof Vere De Blaw

Achievin' sech distinction with his moddel tabble dote
Ez to make his Red Hoss Mountain restauraw a place uv note,
Our old friend Casey innovated somewhat round the place,
In hopes he would ameliorate the sufferin's uv the race;
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Eugene Field

Mud

This war's a waste of slurry, and its at-
mosphere is mud,
All is bog from here to sunset. Wadin'
through
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Edward George Dyson

Hohenburg

Hohenburg

The house is empty. Fall in the room.
The moonâ??s lone glow
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Georg Trakl

Culture And Cops

Five nights agone I lay at rest
On my suburban couch.
My trousers on the bedpost hung,
Red gold within their pouch.
.....

Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis

Helian

In the spiritâ??s solitary hours
It is lovely to walk in the sun
Along the yellow walls of summer.
Quietly whisper the steps in the grass; yet always sleeps
.....

Georg Trakl

Piccolo Valzer Viennese

A Vienna ci sono dieci ragazze,
una spalla dove piange la morte
e un bosco di colombe disseccate.
C'e' un frammento del mattino
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Federico Garcà­a Lorca

The House Of Dust: Part 04: 03: Palimpsest: A Deceitful Portrait

Well, as you say, we live for small horizons:
We move in crowds, we flow and talk together,
Seeing so many eyes and hands and faces,
So many mouths, and all with secret meanings,-
.....

Conrad Aiken

The House Of Dust - Part Iv - Complete

I. CLAIRVOYANT

'This envelope you say has something in it
Which once belonged to your dead son, or something
.....

Conrad Potter Aiken

Over The Banisters

Over the banisters bends a face,
Daringly sweet and beguiling.
Somebody stands in careless grace
And watching the picture, smiling.
.....

Ella Wheeler Wilcox

In The Moonlight

An army of vermin, mice, rats

Romps in the hallway which shimmers in the moonlight.

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Georg Trakl

Grandpa's Christmas

In his great cushioned chair by the fender
An old man sits dreaming to-night,
His withered hands, licked by the tender,
Warm rays of the red anthracite,
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Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Two Dogs Have I

dog;
He wasn't big when we got him,
He was littler than the dog we had.
We thought our little dog would love him,
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Ogden Nash

Prof. Vere De Blaw

Achievin' sech distinction with his moddel tabble dote
Ez to make his Red Hoss Mountain restauraw a place uv note,
Our old friend Casey innovated somewhat round the place,
In hopes he would ameliorate the sufferin's uv the race;
.....

Eugene Field

Night And Day

When the golden day is done,
Through the closing portal,
Child and garden, Flower and sun,
Vanish all things mortal.
.....

Robert Louis Stevenson

What Is Flirtation?

What is flirtation? Really,
How can I tell you that?
But when she smiles I see its wiles,
And when he lifts his hat.
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Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Little Viennese Waltz

In Vienna there are ten little girls,
a shoulder for death to cry on,
and a forest of dried pigeons.
There is a fragment of tomorrow
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Federico Garcà­a Lorca

Mud

This war's a waste of slurry, and its atmosphere is mud,
All is bog from here to sunset. Wadin' through
We're the victims of a thicker sort of universal flood,
With discomforts that old Noah never knew.
.....

Edward Dyson

Doll Of Dawn

You walked into a dark hallway,
unaware of which hallway
you just stepped in.
A bell began to ring
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Johnny Claps

Victor Rafolski On Art

You dull Goliaths clothed in coats of blue,
Strained and half bursted by the swell of flesh,
Topped by Gorilla heads. You Marmoset,
Trained scoundrel, taught to question and ensnare,
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Edgar Lee Masters

The Wonderful Memories Of You

The wonderful memories of you are still on my mind.
And I would rather not forget the good times.
I remember the stroll with you along the quiet avenue,
The warm night you kissed me in the moonlight,
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Marlon Pitter

The Arrival

'What do I hear at the window?
Did some one call me?' Nay,
It was only the wind, my darling,
Grieving the night away.
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Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Your Moist And Stunning Bungalow

Dear Bane of My Life,

Thank you for providing me with a very moist and stunning bungalow over the last one hundred and seven days thirty two minutes. I have really enjoyed dealing with the dirty neighbours, particularly the one who likes kissing in the middle of the night.

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Plantard Dacull