Famous Sullivan Poems by Famous Poets
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Brautigan, Richard
...for their flea circus.
The business was certain to have a future to it. Perhaps they
would even get on the Ed Sullivan Show.
They of course did not have their fleas yet, but they could
easily be obtained from a white cat.
Then they decided that the fleas that lived on Siamese
Cats would probably be more intelligent than the fleas that
lived on just ordinary alley cats. It only made sense that
drinking intelligent blood would make intelligent flea...Read more of this...
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Brautigan, Richard
...r> The pain is all gone. Great, huh? I feel like a
million. Sit down. I'11 get you a beer, dec. The Ed Sullivan
Show's on.'
"No thank you, " the surgeon said. "I wouldn't care to
practice medicine under such conditions. No thank you. No
thanks .
"I like to hunt and I like to fish, " he said. "That's why I
moved to Twin Falls. I'd heard so much about Idaho hunting
and fishing. I've been very disappointed. I've given...Read more of this...
by
Hugo, Victor
...is human,
Blent in one exquisite, harmonious whole.
H.B. FARNIE.
{Footnote 1: Set to music by Sir Arthur Sullivan.}
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Gordon, Adam Lindsay
...with the cards,
It matters little what became of him;
But a steer ripp'd up Macpherson in the Cooraminta yards,
And Sullivan was drown'd at Sink-or-swim;
And Mostyn -- poor Frank Mostyn -- died at last, a fearful wreck,
In the "horrors" at the Upper Wandinong,
And Carisbrooke, the rider, at the Horsefall broke his neck;
Faith! the wonder was he saved his neck so long!
Ah! those days and nights we squandered at the Logans' in the glen --
The Logans, man and wife, ha...Read more of this...
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Piercy, Marge
...gernail moons.
The green doors should not be locked.
Doors of fern and flower should not be shut.
Louis Sullivan, I sit on your grave.
It is not now good weather for prophets.
Sun eddies on the steelsmoke air like sinking honey.
On the inner green door of the Getty tomb
(a thighbone's throw from your stone)
a marvel of growing, blooming, thrusting into seed:
how all living wreathe and insinuate
in the circlet of repetition that never repeats...Read more of this...
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