Variable Quantity (Isobel Stone Poems)
At dawnThe cold steel blade of timeFalls once again across my browAnd as its golden compromiseSurrenders to my will(Your heart ...
At dawnThe cold steel blade of timeFalls once again across my browAnd as its golden compromiseSurrenders to my will(Your heart ...
The Blue Horizon wuz a mine us fellers all thought well uv,And there befell the episode I now perpose to ...
——— and their voice, Turning again towards childish treble, pipes And whistles in its sound. ———The Muses are turned gossips; ...
He'ah dat ole gray sinnaH's jes brimful o' gas,Singin' dat tomfool dittyAs he goes hobblin' pas'!He betta be prayin' and ...
We lay upon a flowery hill Close by the railway lines,Apollo dusted gold on us ...
Veil-like and beautifulGathered the dutiful Mist in the night,True to the messaging,Dreamful and presaging Vapour and light.Ghostly and ...
When I was a lad No more than a nipper ...
(SIERRAS)We checked our pace, the red road sharply rounding; We heard the troubled flowOf the dark olive depths of pines ...
Cities burn behind us; the lake glitters. A tall loudspeaker is announcing prizes; Another, by the lake, the times of ...
When I have struggled through three hundred years of Roman history, and hastened o'erSome French play-(though I have my private ...
He wiped his shoes before his door,But ere he entered he did more;'Twas not enough to cleanse his feetOf dirt ...
To sit by a silent stream, Watching water-lilies dream: While breezes winnow The floating seeds, And the ...
What is the flesh and blood compounded ofBut a few moments in the life of time?This prowling of the cells, ...
All winter the fire devoured everything -- tear-stained elegies, old letters, diaries, dead flowers. When April finally arrived, I opened ...
My father's head has become a mystery to him. We finally have something in common. When he moves his head ...
The Blue Horizon wuz a mine us fellers all thought well uv, And there befell the episode I now perpose ...
Dust always blowing about the town, Except when sea-fog laid it down, And I was one of the children told ...
Spires of the fireweed on the fretted sky - Tints of magenta on tranquility, Do you feel nurture for the ...
Just when I thought there wasn't room enough for another thought in my head, I had this great idea-- call ...
The world's not wanton only wild and wavering I wanted to choose words that even you would have to be ...
Inside Ayers Rock is lit with paired fluorescent lights on steel pillars supporting the ceiling of haze-blue marquee cloth high ...
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