Festus – XXX (Philip James Bailey Poems)
Thence earthward tending, first we make the sun;Where, as at rest in light, a mediate point,A bright effect original of ...
Thence earthward tending, first we make the sun;Where, as at rest in light, a mediate point,A bright effect original of ...
Respectfully dedicated to BISHOP BENJAMIN W. ARNETT, A life-long and devoted friend and a noble and loyal citizen whose work ...
Through the bound cable strands, the arching pathUpward, veering with light, the flight of strings,-Taut miles of shuttling moonlight syncopateThe ...
The glaring sun hath ceased to shine;The solemn stars invade the sky;Again the welcome night is mine,Wherein to view the ...
Where the rails converge to the station yardShe stands one moment, breathing hard,And then, with a snort and a clang ...
Again, his friend's death made the man sit stilland freeze inside-his daughter won first price-his wife scowled over at him-It ...
Each separate life is fedFrom many a fountain-head:Tides that we never knowInto our being flow,And rays of the remotest starConverge ...
Set wide the window. Let me drink the day.I loved light ever, light in eye and brain-No tapers mirrored in ...
The Survival Of The Gods1 TwilightThe gods of Nature abdicateWhen man intrudes too far:The Dryad leaves her woodland state,And ...
The boss last night in the hut did say —"We start to muster at break of day;So be up first ...
Writhing bodies clad in blackFlow past me as I stare.Like beacons on a stormy seaThe lights around them flare.Leather, velvet, ...
HERE all the forces of the woodAs one converge,To make the soul of solitudeWhere all things merge.The sun, the rain-wind, ...
Reading the menu at the morning service: - Iced Venusberg perhaps, or buttered bum - Orders the usual sex-ersatz, and, ...
Because she could find no one else to paint a picture of the old family place where she and her ...
There is an eye, there was a slit. Nights walk, and confer on him fear. The strangler tree, the dancing ...
Again, his friend's death made the man sit still and freeze insideâ?"his daughter won first priceâ?" his wife scowled over ...
I. Ribh at the Tomb of Baile and Aillinn Because you have found me in the pitch-dark night With open ...
I wish that I could understand The moving marvel of my Hand; I watch my fingers turn and twist, The ...
I I dream of journeys repeatedly: Of flying like a bat deep into a narrowing tunnel Of driving alone, without ...
Fear, like a living fire that only death Might one day cool, had now in Avon's eyes Been witness for ...
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