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When elephants last in the dooryard bloomed; celebrations for almost any day in the year.
Title:
When elephants last in the dooryard bloomed; celebrations for almost any day in the year.
Author:
Bradbury, Ray, 1920-2012.
Personal Author:
Edition:
[First edition].
Publication Information:
New York : Knopf; [distributed by Random House], 1973.
Physical Description:
ix, 143 pages ; 22 cm
General Note:
Poems.
Language:
English
Contents:
Remembrance -- Pretend that being blind, which calls truth near -- Boys across the street are driving my young daughter mad -- Old Ahab's friend, and friend to Noah, speaks his piece -- When elephants last in dooryard bloomed -- Darwin, the curious -- Darwin, in the fields -- Darwin, wandering home at dawn -- Evidence -- Telling where the sweet bums are -- Emily Dickinson, where are you: Herman Melville called your name last night in his sleep! -- O give a fig for Newton, praise for him! -- I was the last, the very last -- Man is th the animal that cries -- N -- Air to Lavoisier -- Women know themselves; all men wonder -- Death in Mexico -- All flesh is one; what matter scores? -- Machines, beyond Shylock -- Beast upon the wire -- Christ, old student in a new school -- This time of kites -- If you will wait just long enough, all goes -- For a daughter, traveling -- Old Mars, then be a hearth to us -- Thing that goes by night: Self that lazes sun -- Groon -- Woman on the lawn -- Train station sign viewed by an ancient locomotive passing through long after midnight -- Please to remember the fifth of November: Birthday poem for Susan Marguerite -- That is our Eden's spring, once promised -- Fathers and son banquet -- Touch your solitude to mien -- God is a child; put toys in the tomb -- Ode to electric Ben -- Some live like Lazarus -- These unsparked flings, these uncut gravestone brides -- And this did Dante do -- You can go home again -- Dark our celebration was -- Mrs. Harriet Hadden Atwood, who played the piano for Thomas A. Edison for the world's first phonograph record, is dead at 105 -- What seems a balm is salt to ancient wounds -- Here all beautifully collides -- God for chimney sweep -- Prove that cowards do speak best and true and well -- I, Tom, and my electric gran -- Boys are always running somewhere; Poem -- O to be a boy in a belfry -- If I were epitaph -- If only we had taller been.
Genre:
ISBN:
9780394479316
Format :
Book