Young Woman of Cambridge, (E. E. Cummings Poems)
Gay is the captivating cognomen of a Young Woman of cambridge, mass.to whom nobody seems to have mentioned ye ...
Gay is the captivating cognomen of a Young Woman of cambridge, mass.to whom nobody seems to have mentioned ye ...
Thirty years ago I was a fav'rite at the `Vic.'A finished actor, not a Cuff and Collar shooting stick.I roused ...
AUSTRALIA'S Wealth? Has she not mines of gold,Tin, copper, iron; silver, gems untold?Coal, whose dark lustre makes our dwellings bright,The ...
Roseate colours on heaven's high arch Are beginning to mix with the blue and the gray,Sol now commences his wonderful ...
Winter nears. Once morethe bear's secret retreatwill vanish under mud's floor,to a child's fretful grief. Huts will wake in the ...
Green wing and ruby throat, What shining spell, what exquisite sorcery,Lured you to float And fight with bees round this ...
My mother-- preferring the strange to the tame: Dove-note, bone marrow, deer dung, Frog's belly distended with finny young, Leaf-mould ...
We have a small sculpture of Henry James on our terrace in New York City. Nothing would surprise him. The ...
Out in the woods in the city, tracks in the snow marking the territory of the many denizens of this ...
A monochrome whitewash over the world, the browns and the greens hidden under the white The grasses and the edges ...
Meeting, greeting, knowing the crowd the adversaries, the allies, the seemingly neutrals the advocates, the prosecutors, the clerks the officers ...
A tiny bride, with a veil that was her mother's when we wed White dress, white tights, black school shoes, ...
Two denizens, children of the forest broke the tree line stood in the civilized space, the green clearing the lawn ...
Oh how to tell the tale to spin the yarn, to pull you in Bring you along, down memory road ...
Denizens of the Dome the part above the waters Celestial orbs and timekeepers Tracking Day from Night Proclaiming Your works ...
On a floor of needles and leaves I sat in a cathedral of pine Five trees encircled my prayer Limbs ...
Late January, in the cold clear wood Boots crunch through layers of snow and ice Breath catches in beard and ...
Crisis is sweet and yet the Heart Upon the hither side Has Dowers of Prospective To Denizens denied Inquire of ...
Aunt Jennifer's tigers prance across a screen, Bright topaz denizens of a world of green. They do not fear the ...
Part 1 WHAT dire Offence from am'rous Causes springs, What mighty Contests rise from trivial Things, I sing -- This ...
Not with more glories, in th' etherial plain, The sun first rises o'er the purpled main, Than, issuing forth, the ...
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