California Winter (Karl Shapiro Poems)
It is winter in California, and outsideIs like the interior of a florist shop:A chilled and moisture-laden cropOf pink camellias ...
It is winter in California, and outsideIs like the interior of a florist shop:A chilled and moisture-laden cropOf pink camellias ...
I lie by the garden wall,Buried and all alone;The brown camellias fallOne by one on the stone.Buried and all alone,Because ...
SOMETIMES she is like sherry, like the sun through a vessel of glass,Like light through an oriel window in a ...
O! take your pale camellias back; Their soft leaves, waxen whiteAnd odorless, too ill accord With my dark mood to-night.I do not ...
Camellias are a blaze of blood-spewed crimsonAs a lazy spring day dips past noon,The water mill turns without a care.Children ...
Near a shrine in Japan he'd swept the pathand then placed camellia blossoms there.Or -- we had no way of ...
One fell,-two fell,-camellias.(Masaoka Shiki)
A MasqueJAMES ALEXANDER WILLIAMSON: ANN WHITFIELD GREGORY: Married April 7, 1853. Annus Eighteen Hundred and Fifty-three. Annus Eighteen Hundred and ...
The weeping of the guitarbegins.The goblets of dawnare smashed.The weeping of the guitarbegins.Uselessto silence it.Impossibleto silence it.It weeps monotonouslyas water ...
A lonely walk of six hoursTo lay red camellias by your head --I wait through the night,While you lie listening ...
Every month or so, Sundays, we walked the line, The limit and the boundary. Past the sweet gum Superb above ...
When they taught me that what mattered most was not the strict iambic line goose-stepping over the page but the ...
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