I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear; Those of mechanicsâ€”each one singing his, as it should be, blithe and strong; The carpenter singing his, as he measures his plank or beam, The mason singing his, as he makes ready for work, or leaves off work; The boatman singing what belongs to him in his boatâ€”the deckhand singing on the steamboat deck; The shoemaker singing as he sits on his benchâ€”the hatter singing as he stands; The wood-cutter's songâ€”the ploughboy's, on his way in the morning, or at the noon intermission, or at sundown; The delicious singing of the motherâ€”or of the young wife at workâ€”or of the girl sewing or washingâ€”Each singing what belongs to her, and to none else; The day what belongs to the dayâ€”at night, the party of young fellows, robust, friendly,
Singing, with open mouths, their strong melodious songs. Come! some of you! still be flooding The States with hundreds and thousands of mouth-songs fit for The States only.
Walt Whitman, Leaves of GrRead More
Dr. Casey tries to help a lawyer kick her morphine habit, but encounters resistance, lies and manipulation when she gets a guileless young man to smuggle dope into her hospital room. He is visiting his mother, who is in the hospital for treatment of injuries received in a beating. (Part 1 of 2)Read More
He thought he saw an Albatross That fluttered round the lamp: He looked again, and found it was A Penny-Postage Stamp. ""You'd best be getting home,"" he said: ""The nights are very damp!"" ... He thought he saw an Argument That proved he was the Pope: He looked again, and found it was A Bar of Mottled Soap. ""A fact so dread,"" he faintly said, ""Extinguishes all hope!""
Lewis Carroll, The Mad Gardener's SongRead More
Although he's still an intern, Jimmy Peabody is raising funds to finance a medical clinic of his own, and one of the sources he's depending on is wealthy Adam Garrett, an elderly patient at County General.Read More
A circle of admirers.Read More
The Sparrow in the Zoo
No bars are set too close, no mesh too fine To keep me from the eagle and the lion, Whom keepers feed that I may freely dine. This goes to show that if you have the wit To be small, common, cute, and live on shit, Though the cage fret kings, you may make free with it.
Howard NemerovRead More