Echoes From Galilee. (Alfred Castner King Poems)
What means this gathering multitude, Upon thy shores, O, Galilee,As various as the billows rude That sweep thy ever restless ...
What means this gathering multitude, Upon thy shores, O, Galilee,As various as the billows rude That sweep thy ever restless ...
By Avignon's dismantled walls, Where cloudless mid—March sunshine falls, Rhone, through broad belts of green, Flecked with the light of ...
So from the ground we felt that virtue branch Through all our veins till we were whole, our wrists As ...
A WALL, a bastion,A living forehead with its slow whorl of hairAnd a bull's large, sombre, glancing eyeAnd glistening, adhesive ...
THERE, close the door!I shall not need these lodgings any more.Now that I go, dismantled wall and floorReproach me and ...
The beautiful spring delights me well, When flowers and leaves are growing;And it pleases my heart to hear the swell ...
That Whitsun, I was late getting away: Not till about One-twenty on the sunlit Saturday Did my three-quarters-empty train pull ...
After rain, through afterglow, the unfolding fan of railway landscape sidled onthe pivot of a larger arc into the green ...
DEVEREUX FARM, NEAR MARBLEHEAD. We sat within the farm-house old, Whose windows, looking o'er the bay, Gave to the sea-breeze ...
I watched them once, at dusk, on television, run, in our motel room half-way through Nebraska, quick, glittering, past beauty, ...
Spots opened without notice, without attribution the candies, elements of the gingerbread house disappeared clapboards, gutters shrubs, roof, dismantled Stealthy ...
I come from there and remember, I was born like everyone is born, I have a mother and a house ...
New England. 1 Alas, dear Mother, fairest Queen and best, 2 With honour, wealth, and peace happy and blest, 3 ...
They amputated Your thighs off my hips. As far as I'm concerned They are all surgeons. All of them. They ...
A goddess, with a siren's grace,-- A sun-haired girl on a craggy place Above a bay where fish-boats lay Drifting ...
For Horace Gregory After rain, through afterglow, the unfolding fan of railway landscape sidled onthe pivot of a larger arc ...
I know a village in a far-off land Where from a sunny, mountain-girdled plain With tinted walls a space on ...
They're taking down a tree at the front door, The power saw is snarling at some nerves, Whining at others. ...
ALL day they loitered by the resting ships, Telling their beauties over, taking stock; At night the verdict left my ...
The last of last words spoken is, Good-bye - The last dismantled flower in the weed-grown hedge, The last thin ...
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