Call the roller of big cigars, The muscular one, and bid him whip In kitchen cups concupiscent curds. Let the wenches dawdle in such dress As they are used to wear, and let the boys Bring flowers in last month's newspapers. Let be be finale of seem. The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream. Take from the
Apr 30 2015
Urban Classical concert Featuring Miami’s Young Poets. For more information, visit: http://www.pianoslam.org
1300 Biscayne Blvd.33132 Miami, Florida
Apr 18 2015
Celebrate National Poetry Month beneath the oak trees. Enjoy the beauty of nature and the artistry of poets from Central Florida and beyond. Bring your lunch. Read a poem. Hear others read "What oft was thought, but ne'er so well express'd."
Sponsored by the WT Bland Public Library and The Mount Dora Library Association.
1995 North Donnelly Street32757 Mount Dora, Florida
Apr 01 2015 to Apr 30 2015
O, Miami and The Writer’s Room at The Betsy in Miami invite poets to participate in their 2015 Soapbox Poetry Program during National Poetry Month. For more information, visit: http://www.betsywritersroom.com/2014/12/15/a-call-to-poets-for-soapbox-p...
5:00pm to 6:00pm
1440 Ocean Drive33139 Miami Beach, Florida
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After The I Hate to Cook Cookbook (1961) How scattered I am: post-spouse, with company coming; in Florida in my earthquake gown, in my eelskin slingbacks and electric mink stole. I tried to make puff paste with sweating hands; butter in the
She sang beyond the genius of the sea. The water never formed to mind or voice, Like a body wholly body, fluttering Its empty sleeves; and yet its mimic motion Made constant cry, caused constantly a cry, That was not ours although we understood, Inhuman, of the veritable ocean. The sea was not a mask. No more