Jerome (Randall Jarrell Poem)
Each day brings its toad, each night its dragon. Der heilige Hieronymus--his lion is at the zoo-- Listens, listens. All ...
Each day brings its toad, each night its dragon. Der heilige Hieronymus--his lion is at the zoo-- Listens, listens. All ...
I The thick lids of Night closed upon me Alone at the Bill Of the Isle by the Race {1} ...
I LEFT you in the morning, And in the morning glow, You walked a way beside me To make me ...
A house that lacks, seemingly, mistress and master, With doors that none but the wind ever closes, Its floor all ...
Although it is a cold evening, down by one of the fishhouses an old man sits netting, his net, in ...
From the depth of the dreamy decline of the dawn through a notable nimbus of nebulous noonshine, Pallid and pink ...
A very humble pen I ply Beneath a cottage thatch; And in the sunny hours I try To till my ...
I love to watch my seven cows In meads of buttercups abrowse, With guilded knees; But even more I love ...
I sing no idle songs of dalliance days, No dreams Elysian inspire my rhyming; I have no Celia to enchant ...
I loved to toy with tuneful rhyme, My fancies into verse to weave; For as I walked my words would ...
AFTER the last red sunset glimmer, Black on the line of a low hill rise, Formed into moving shadows, I ...
CLINKUM-CLANK in the rain they ride, Down by the braes and the grey sea-side; Clinkum-clank by stane and cairn, Weary ...
INTO the blue river hills The red sun runners go And the long sand changes And to-day is a goner ...
WHAT was the name you called me?- And why did you go so soon? The crows lift their caw on ...
KEEP a red heart of memories Under the great gray rain sheds of the sky, Under the open sun and ...
RUM tiddy um, tiddy um, tiddy um tum tum. My knees are loose-like, my feet want to sling their selves. ...
I WAS born on the prairie and the milk of its wheat, the red of its clover, the eyes of ...
In distant New Zealand, whose tresses of gold The billows are ceaselessly combing, Away in a village all tranquil and ...
There's a place I know where the birds swing low, And wayward vines go roaming, Where the lilacs nod, and ...
Come, for the dusk is our own; let us fare forth together, With a quiet delight in our hearts for ...
A gallant city has been builded far In the pied heaven, Bannered with crimson, sentinelled by star Of crystal even; ...
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