Twelve has its tribal customs. But thirteen
Is neither boys in battered cars nor dolls…
Categories: Poetry
Tagged: adolescence, ageing, childhood, Phyllis McGinley, social commentary
Twelve has its tribal customs. But thirteen
Is neither boys in battered cars nor dolls…
Categories: Poetry
Tagged: adolescence, ageing, childhood, Phyllis McGinley, social commentary
No one so much as you
Loves this my clay
Categories: Poetry
Tagged: Edward Thomas, love poetry, rhythm
Yet Do I Marvel 0
I doubt not God is good, well-meaning, kind,
And did He stoop to quibble could tell why
The little buried mole continues blind…
Categories: Poetry
Tagged: Countee Cullen, race, religion, social commentary, sonnet