Bee-Master (Victoria Sackville-West Poems)
I have known honey from the Syrian hillsStored in cool jars; the wild acacia thereOn the rough terrace where the ...
I have known honey from the Syrian hillsStored in cool jars; the wild acacia thereOn the rough terrace where the ...
Bud, come here to your uncle a spell,And I'll tell you something you mustn't tell--For it's a secret and shore-'nuf ...
The fields and lanes show fresh and fain Pranked in the jewels of the rain; And the scent that breathes ...
"1.WARMING UP THE BOXdelivered on time to persons with city & state line bearing only the words DEATH CITY - ...
Have I had this coffee shop long, Sir, dishing out coffee and tea?Ever since Big Ben was a wrist watch ...
O Thou, who's infinite in space,Alive in ever-moving matter,Eternal in the flow of time,God faceless, with a trinity of faces!Soul ...
Cats walk the floor at midnight; that enemy of fog,The moon, wraps the bedpost in receding stillness; sleepCollects all weary ...
Up in early morning light,Sweeping, dusting, "setting right,"Oiling all the household springs,Sewing buttons, tying strings,Telling Bridget what to do,Mending rips ...
WHEN I am busying about,Sewing on buttons, tapes, and strings,Hanging the week's wet washing outOr ironing the children's things,Sweeping and ...
A perfect reflection the dusting of the snow remaining scraped like the rest but never melting to black In the ...
Snow, a melting dusting layered, in the December sun mud, ruts, the stubble snow between the rows, the stalks the ...
A monochrome whitewash over the world, the browns and the greens hidden under the white The grasses and the edges ...
Fresh tracks in the new-fallen snow the dusting on the forest floor exposing the many creatures who scurry and walk ...
Snow continues to fall young faces pressed against the windows climb the back of the couch dream of snowmen, castles, ...
The white of the dusting of snow lingers in the shadows, on the fallen leaves, the cooler spots in the ...
How sweet and pleasant grows the way Through summer time again While Landrails call from day to day Amid the ...
Dusting my books I spent a busy day: Not ancient toes, time-hallowed and unread, but modern volumes, classics in their ...
1 You, once a belle in Shreveport, with henna-colored hair, skin like a peachbud, still have your dresses copied from ...
You can't be, says a Palestinian Christian on the first feast day after Ramadan. So, half-and-half and half-and-half. He sells ...
Now this is the story of Olaf Who ages and ages ago Lived right on the top of a mountain, ...
Take this quiet woman, she has been standing before a polishing wheel for over three hours, and she lacks twenty ...
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