Name of a Tree (Catherine Anderson Poem)
Some days I am Ana's teacher, some days she is mine. This morning, we look through her kitchen window, the ...
Some days I am Ana's teacher, some days she is mine. This morning, we look through her kitchen window, the ...
No, I shall not say why it is that I love you- Why do you ask me, save for vanity? ...
As evening falls, The walls grow luminous and warm, the walls Tremble and glow with the lives within them moving, ...
'This envelope you say has something in it Which once belonged to your dead son-or something He knew, was fond ...
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
You see that porcelain ranged there in the window- Platters and soup-plates done with pale pink rosebuds, And tiny violets, ...
We sit together and talk, or smoke in silence. You say (but use no words) 'this night is passing As ...
You read-what is it, then that you are reading? What music moves so silently in your mind? Your bright hand ...
Of what she said to me that night-no matter. The strange thing came next day. My brain was full of ...
Well,-it was two days after my husband died- Two days! And the earth still raw above him. And I was ...
The days, the nights, flow one by one above us, The hours go silently over our lifted faces, We are ...
'Number four-the girl who died on the table- The girl with golden hair-' The purpling body lies on the polished ...
Over the darkened city, the city of towers, The city of a thousand gates, Over the gleaming terraced roofs, the ...
All lovely things will have an ending, All lovely things will fade and die, And youth, that's now so bravely ...
Lamoni, Iowa The factory siren tells workers time to go home tells them the evening has begun. When living with ...
A man who keeps a diary, pays Due toll to many tedious days; But life becomes eventful--then His busy hand ...
Little Cowboy, what have you heard, Up on the lonely rath's green mound? Only the plaintive yellow bird Sighing in ...
Adieu to Belashanny! where I was bred and born; Go where I may, I'll think of you, as sure as ...
Gray, gray is Abbey Assaroe, by Belashanny town, It has neither door nor window, the walls are broken down; The ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
Once upon a time, in the land of Hush-A-Bye, Around about the wondrous days of yore, They came across a ...
How could I love you more? I would give up Even that beauty I have loved too well That I ...
I The bitterness. the misery, the wretchedness of childhood Put me out of love with God. I can't believe in ...
O lesson well and wisely taught Stay with me to the last, That all my life may better be For ...
Four days the earth was rent and torn By bursting steel, The houses fell about us; Three nights we dared ...
Swallow, swallow, neighbor swallow, Starting on your autumn flight, Pause a moment at my window, Twitter softly your good-night; For ...
Under Mirabeau Bridge runs the Seine And our loves Must I remember them Joy came always after pain Let arriving ...
My dearest Frank, I wish you joy Of Mary's safety with a Boy, Whose birth has given little pain Compared ...
I have a life that did not become, that turned aside and stopped, astonished: I hold it in me like ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
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