History (Robert Lowell Poem)
History has to live with what was here, clutching and close to fumbling all we had-- it is so dull ...
History has to live with what was here, clutching and close to fumbling all we had-- it is so dull ...
(For Warren Winslow, Dead At Sea) Let man have dominion over the fishes of the sea and the fowls of ...
The extraordinary patience of things! This beautiful place defaced with a crop of surburban houses- How beautiful when we first ...
for Sydney Pettit The lines are keen against today's bad sky about to rain. We're white and understand why Indians ...
The piper coming from far away is you With a whitewash brush for a sporran Wobbling round you, a kitchen ...
The flame-red moon, the harvest moon, Rolls along the hills, gently bouncing, A vast balloon, Till it takes off, and ...
All he gave, for us, heavenly living, for a manger bed, angels at his beck and call for sheep, for ...
After the cutting before the baling a working field waits for the late harvest Narrow rows of green, turning to ...
I let myself in at the kitchen door. "It's you," she said. "I can't get up. Forgive me Not answering ...
Yes, I will spend the livelong day With Nature in this month of May; And sit beneath the trees, and ...
All through an empty place I go, And find her not in any room; The candles and the lamps I ...
Bhaskar Roy Barman The kaleidoscope stood befrilled with splendour; no messenger from on high did descend to hand it blessings, ...
Half squatter, half tenant (no rent)- a sort of inheritance; white, in your thirties now, and supposed to supply me ...
It is an old story, the way it happens sometimes in winter, sometimes not. The listener falls to sleep, the ...
I love to watch my seven cows In meads of buttercups abrowse, With guilded knees; But even more I love ...
I LOVE your faces I saw the many years I drank your milk and filled my mouth With your home ...
Wherever the dead are there they are and Nothing more. But you and I can expect To see angels in ...
Wargeilah town is very small, There's no cathedral nor a club, In fact the township, all in all, Is just ...
It was built of things that must not mix: paint, cream, and water, fire and dusty oil. You heard the ...
Margaret Simpson was the daughter of humble parents in the county of Ayr, With a comely figure, and face of ...
Gray whale Now that we are sinding you to The End That great god Tell him That we who follow ...
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