Song Writer Paid With Air (Edward Powys Mathers Poems)
Translated From the Chinese of J. Wing (nineteenth century).I sit on a white wood boxSmeared with the black nameOf a ...
Translated From the Chinese of J. Wing (nineteenth century).I sit on a white wood boxSmeared with the black nameOf a ...
I Frindsbury, Kent, 1786 Bang! Bang! Tap! Tap-a-tap! Rap! All through the lead and silver Winter days, All through the ...
Too cold is this To warm with Sun -- Too stiff to bended be, To joint this Agate were a ...
As the salmon seeks its mother gravel through the lying ions of the sea, I seek you. Without your body ...
Vanity, saith the preacher, vanity! Draw round my bed: is Anselm keeping back? Nephews -- sons mine -- ah God, ...
When the molten earth seethed in its whirling cauldron nobody watched the pot from a tall wooden stool set out ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
Visits of condolence is all we get from them. They squat at the Holocaust Memorial, They put on grave faces ...
1 Faster, faster, 2 O Circe, Goddess, 3 Let the wild, thronging train 4 The bright procession 5 Of eddying ...
The Youth Faster, faster, O Circe, Goddess, Let the wild, thronging train The bright procession Of eddying forms, Sweep through ...
(To Marcel Schwob in friendship and in admiration) In a dim corner of my room for longer than my fancy ...
I Who would be A merman bold, Sitting alone Singing alone Under the sea, With a crown of gold, On ...
I watched one day a parrot grey - 'twas in a barber shop. "Cuckold!" he cried, until I sighed: "You ...
Now, o'er the tessellated pavement strew Fresh saffron, steep'd in essence of the rose, While down yon agate column gently ...
Helen, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicæan barks of yore, That gently, o'er a perfumed sea, The weary, ...
They told me I had three months to live, So I crept to Bernadotte, And sat by the mill for ...
A Masque Presented At Ludlow Castle, 1634, Before The Earl Of Bridgewater, Then President Of Wales. The Persons The ATTENDANT ...
I. THEIR BASIC SAVAGERY Fat black bucks in a wine-barrel room, Barrel-house kings, with feet unstable, Sagged and reeled and ...
(To Edgar Lee Masters, with great respect) HERE upon the prarie Is our ancestral hall. Agate is the dome, Cornelian ...
Who now will praise the Wizard in the street With loyal songs, with humors grave and ...
From cold Norse caves or buccaneer Southern seas Oft come repenting tempests here to die; Bewailing old-time wrecks and robberies, ...
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