Smalljones aka Paul Jones

@smalljones.bsky.social

No longer a person of interest. @smalljones on most social networks. Something Wonderful (2021), Something Necessary (2024) Recent publications: smalljones.com

When Death Comes -Mary Oliver When death comes like the hungry bear in autumn; when death comes and takes all the bright coins from his purse to buy me, and snaps the purse shut; when death comes like the measle-pox; when death comes like an iceberg between [...] www.loc.gov/programs/poe...

When Death Comes

When death comes like the hungry bear in autumn; when death comes and takes all the bright coins from his purse to buy me, and snaps the purse shut; when death comes like the measle-pox; when death co...

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Why in my case is that I was rear ended at a stop light this morning! -WB Yeats Why should not old men be mad? Some have known a likely lad That had a sound fly-fisher’s wrist Turn to a drunken journalist; A girl that knew all Dante once [...] thepoetryhour.com/poems/why-sh...

Why Should Not Old Men be Mad - The Poetry Hour

Why should not old men be mad? Some have known a likely lad That had a sound fly-fisher’s wrist Turn to a...

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Exiled -Edna St Vincent Milay Searching my heart for its true sorrow, This is the thing I find to be: That I am weary of words and people, Sick of the city, wanting the sea; Wanting the sticky, salty sweetness Of the strong wind and shattered spray; [...] allpoetry.com/Exiled

Exiled by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Searching my heart for its true sorrow, This is the thing I find to be: That I am weary of words and people, Sick of the city, wanting the sea; Wanting the sticky, salty sweetness Of the strong wind a...

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Upon Julia's Clothes -Robert Herrick Whenas in silks my Julia goes, Then, then (methinks) how sweetly flows That liquefaction of her clothes. Next, when I cast mine eyes, and see That brave vibration each way free, O how that glittering taketh me! www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/47339/...

Upon Julia's Clothes

Whenas in silks my Julia goes, Then, then (methinks) how sweetly flows That liquefaction of her clothes. Next, when I cast mine eyes, and see That brave…

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What the Goose-Girl Said About the Dean -Edith Sitwell Turn again, turn again, Goose Clothilda, Goosie Jane. Bright wooden waves of people creak From houses built with coloured straws Of heat; Dean Pasppus’ long nose snores Harsh as a hautbois, marshy[...] www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/53974/...

What the Goose-Girl Said About the Dean

Bright wooden waves of people creak From houses built with coloured straws Of heat; Dean Pasppus’ long nose snores Harsh as a hautbois, marshy-weak.

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Great photos from Gordon Ball's new collection, “Ginsberg & Beat Fellows,” along with a reflective essay on publicity and talent from the Sitwells to Bloomsbury to, the true object of the essay, the Beats. www.washingtonpost.com/opinions/202...

Opinion | Allen Ginsberg, Jack Kerouac and the self-mythologizing Beat Generation

A new book focuses afresh on the movement that produced “On the Road,” “Naked Lunch” and “Howl.”

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The Truly Great Stephen Spender I think continually of those who were truly great. Who, from the womb, remembered the soul’s history Through corridors of light, where the hours are suns, Endless and singing. Whose lovely ambition [...] www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/54715/...

The Truly Great

Who, from the womb, remembered the soul’s history Through corridors of light, where the hours are suns, Endless and singing. Never to deny its pleasure in…

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