Add to ORKGTwisting and turning recklessly It staggers out of the mountains, And, straightening, stretches out ...
T HE DAY was over. Th e pink and slate and lavender streaks would have been white clouds if he could...
Tony got off the bus and began to walk the four blocks to Mrs. Gould\u27s house. It was usually a sh...
I\u27ve seen your buildings Down narrow alleyways And walked your streets As far and fast As a man c...
OF ALL the cities, there is none like London. The streets are wet brick, and there are little fog-bo...
I LOVE Chicago. I love the people that fight and claw their way through the streets, the checkered a...
The midweek city bus was not crowded at five-twenty, but it was hot without the crowd..
A baby cries, a door slams and children shout on the next street. A distant lawnmower is interrupted...
The quiet of the July night is broken by the gentle reverberating echo of the midnight bell. Glancin...
turbid dreams gel and soak in rancid mental oleo staining scraps of fading blue paper napkins lying ...
One night we walked Beginning by the river Where the foundry lights, the COCA-COLA, the ADMIRAL Spil...
He walked down through an April world of majestic winds and high-blown skirts and shaded buildings a...
The sound comes only in the small solitary hours of Sunday morning when the streets are empty and th...
I will go now, when the campus light is dim, In the fresh fall wind of September, I will go now and ...
Jeanie! A figure clad in overalls stood half-way up the alley by Miss Budd\u27s big tree..
Twisting and turning recklessly It staggers out of the mountains, And, straightening, stretches out ...
T HE DAY was over. Th e pink and slate and lavender streaks would have been white clouds if he could...
Tony got off the bus and began to walk the four blocks to Mrs. Gould\u27s house. It was usually a sh...
I\u27ve seen your buildings Down narrow alleyways And walked your streets As far and fast As a man c...
OF ALL the cities, there is none like London. The streets are wet brick, and there are little fog-bo...
I LOVE Chicago. I love the people that fight and claw their way through the streets, the checkered a...
The midweek city bus was not crowded at five-twenty, but it was hot without the crowd..
A baby cries, a door slams and children shout on the next street. A distant lawnmower is interrupted...
The quiet of the July night is broken by the gentle reverberating echo of the midnight bell. Glancin...
turbid dreams gel and soak in rancid mental oleo staining scraps of fading blue paper napkins lying ...
One night we walked Beginning by the river Where the foundry lights, the COCA-COLA, the ADMIRAL Spil...
He walked down through an April world of majestic winds and high-blown skirts and shaded buildings a...
The sound comes only in the small solitary hours of Sunday morning when the streets are empty and th...
I will go now, when the campus light is dim, In the fresh fall wind of September, I will go now and ...
Jeanie! A figure clad in overalls stood half-way up the alley by Miss Budd\u27s big tree..
Twisting and turning recklessly It staggers out of the mountains, And, straightening, stretches out ...
T HE DAY was over. Th e pink and slate and lavender streaks would have been white clouds if he could...
Tony got off the bus and began to walk the four blocks to Mrs. Gould\u27s house. It was usually a sh...