November (Gerrit Achterberg Poems)
The low days of Novemberhave again returned, gray as a pail;at ease with the lessening lighton the faces of children.The ...
The low days of Novemberhave again returned, gray as a pail;at ease with the lessening lighton the faces of children.The ...
The bicycles go by in twos and threes -There's a dance in Billy Brennan's barn to-night,And there's the half-talk code ...
Bicycles! Tricycles! Nay, to shun laughter,Try cycles first, and buy cycles after;For surely the buyer deserves but the worstWho would ...
Bicycle, my bicycle, that liest where I lie, I've merely strained a tendon, but your time has come to die. ...
A bunch of the boys were whooping it upIn the Malamute Saloon; An American guy from Peckham Rye Was playing ...
There's a pathway through a forest in the Picardie I know, A port where girls haul up the boats with ...
The ducks are clacking by the brook;The sun is hot, but cool their feathers look.Ducks do not plan ambitious schemes:Their ...
Clara strolled in the garden with the children.The sky was green over the grass,the water was golden under the bridges,other ...
In the fairy tale the sky makes of itself a coat because it needs you to put it on. How ...
Work, play, the yard, the garden under sunny, cloudy skies intermittent showers, mist, discrete drops never truly rain, just showers, ...
A cluster of assorted bicycles Strewn in a yard yesterday afternoon Trigger of a memory, a moment A time in ...
ANOTHER METHOD OF MAKING WALNUT CATSUP And this is a very small cookbook for Trout Fishing in America as if ...
Why do you always stand there shivering Between the white stream and the road? The people pass through the dust ...
We stripped in the first warm spring night and ran down into the Detroit River to baptize ourselves in the ...
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