Behind the Arras (Bliss Carman Poem)
I like the old house tolerably well, Where I must dwell Like a familiar gnome; And yet I never shall ...
I like the old house tolerably well, Where I must dwell Like a familiar gnome; And yet I never shall ...
Black milk of daybreak we drink it at sundown we drink it at noon in the morning we drink it ...
I never found them again -- the things so quickly lost.... the poetic eyes, the pale face.... in the dusk ...
Impetuously I sprang from bed, Long before lunch was up, That I might drain the dizzy dew From the day's ...
To the tune of "Rinsing Silk Stream" My courtyard is small, windows idle, spring is getting old. Screens unrolled cast ...
To the tune of "Intoxicated in the Shadow of Flowers" Thin mist, dense clouds, a grief-stricken day; auspicious incense burns ...
Search. Search. Seek. Seek. Cold. Cold. Clear. Clear. Sorrow. Sorrow. Pain. Pain. Hot flashes. Sudden chills. Stabbing pains. Slow agonies. ...
Where the rough Caigra rolls the surgy wave, Urging his thunders thro' the echoing cave; Where the sharp rocks, in ...
Have pity ! show no pity ! Those eyes that send such shivers Into my ...
Lo! I lament. Fallen is the sixfold Star: Slain is Asar. O twinned with me in the womb of Night! ...
Have pity ! show no pity ! Those eyes that send such shivers Into my ...
Lo! I lament. Fallen is the sixfold Star: Slain is Asar. O twinned with me in the womb of Night! ...
"AND did you really walk," said I, "On such a wretched night? I always fancied Ghosts could fly - If ...
You are the bread and the knife, The crystal goblet and the wine... -Jacques Crickillon You are the bread and ...
My whole world is all you refuse: a black light, angelic and cold on the path to the orchard, fox-runs ...
Long days, short nights, this Southern summer Fixes the mind within its timeless place. Athwart pale limbs the brazen hummer ...
Ophelia puked hourly dawn till dusk, retching mucous slobber, then spewing air. Scum that I am, I never stopped thinking ...
Gray rainwater lay on the grass in the late afternoon. The carp lay on the bottom, resting, while dusk took ...
IF thou be in a lonely place, If one hour's calm be thine, As Evening bends her placid face O'er ...
I've quenched my lamp, I struck it in that start Which every limb convulsed, I heard it fall The crash ...
ARRANGING long-locked drawers and shelves Of cabinets, shut up for years, What a strange task we've set ourselves ! How ...
In the dungeon-crypts, idly did I stray, Reckless of the lives wasting there away; "Draw the ponderous bars! open, Warder ...
Still let my tyrants know, I am not doomed to wear Year after year in gloom and desolate despair; A ...
They end their flight one by one--- crows at dusk. (Yosa Buson)
Nothing was remembered, nothing forgotten. When we awoke, wagons were passing on the warm summer pavements, The window-sills were wet ...
"Oh yes, I went over to Edmonstoun the other day and saw Johnny, mooning around as usual! He will never ...
It was the first gift he ever gave her, buying it for five five francs in the Galeries in pre-war ...
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