After the rain (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Resurgent greens and stronger hues combined within the colours in-between will spring again, the reddish brown has nearly gone and ...
Resurgent greens and stronger hues combined within the colours in-between will spring again, the reddish brown has nearly gone and ...
Absorbed in familiar rhythms, carillon of senses steeped in good vibrations, surrounded by musical beat pulsing potently in avidly articulated ...
Autunm eats its leaf out of my hand: we are friends. From the nuts we shell time and we teach ...
On Tiber's banks, Tiber, whose waters glide In slow meanders down to Gaigra's side; And circling all the horrid mountain ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
PART I 'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock And the owls have awakened the crowing cock; Tu-whit!- ...
A god in wrath Was beating a man; He cuffed him loudly With thunderous blows That rang and rolled over ...
The day was wet, the rain fell souse Like jars of strawberry jam, a sound was heard in the ...
The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon; And, if the sun looks through, 'tis with a face Beamless ...
I ask them to take a poem and hold it up to the light like a color slide or press ...
AH! from my eyes the tears unbidden start, Albion! as now thy cliffs (that bright appear Far o'er the wave, ...
Another time. It was still night. Water slid Silently on the black ground, And I knew that my only task ...
Golden haired and golden hearted I would ever have you be, As you were when last we parted Smiling slow ...
We are not come to wage a strife With swords upon this hill, It is not wise to waste the ...
Severed and gone, so many years! And art thou still so dear to me, That throbbing heart and burning tears ...
The summer morn is bright and fresh, the birds are darting by, As if they loved to breast the breeze ...
Below are eleven Buson haiku beginning with the phrase 'The short night--' The short night-- on the hairy caterpillar beads ...
Gods, what a black, fierce day! The clouds were iron, Wrenched to strange, rugged shapes; the red sun winked Over ...
It was not when temptation came, Swiftly and blastingly as flame, And seared me white with burning scars; When I ...
The boat ploughed on. Now Alcatraz was past And all the grey waves flamed to red again At the dead ...
WORSEWICK Worsewick Hot Springs was nothing fancy. Somebody put some boards across the creek. That was it. The boards dammed ...
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
I am, outside. Incredible panic rules. People are blowing and beating each other without mercy. Drinks are boiling. Iced drinks ...
(PETER RONSARD _loquitur_.) ``Heigho!'' yawned one day King Francis, ``Distance all value enhances! ``When a man's busy, why, leisure ``Strikes ...
But do not let us quarrel any more, No, my Lucrezia; bear with me for once: Sit down and all ...
I wonder how you feel to-day As I have felt since, hand in hand, We sat down on the grass, ...
The grey sea and the long black land; And the yellow half-moon large and low; And the startled little waves ...
I My love, this is the bitterest, that thou Who art all truth and who dost love me now As ...
JOCKEY'S taen the parting kiss, O'er the mountains he is gane, And with him is a' my bliss, Nought but ...
the night I was going to die I was sweating on the bed and I could hear the crickets and ...
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