Snap of the McIntosh (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Out in the orchard, before the first apple placed gently in the bag, snap of the McIntosh to my bite, ...
Out in the orchard, before the first apple placed gently in the bag, snap of the McIntosh to my bite, ...
In full summer mode, already after but a day of it under their belts the girls sat in their lawn ...
Another smell of autumn sweet sweet smell of Concord grapes warming ripening ready to burst with flavor strong urgent smell ...
Now this was a conversation, as I learned later, that was not in the right place a high school classroom, ...
Like a thick cluster of ripe Concord grapes The blueberries hung on the bush Eager for my grasp, their liberation ...
GOD Lyaeus, ever young, Ever honour'd, ever sung, Stain'd with blood of lusty grapes, In a thousand lusty shapes Dance ...
Give me, O indulgent Fate! Give me yet before I die A sweet, but absolute retreat, 'Mongst paths so lost ...
SHE stood against the kitchen sink, and looked Over the sink out through a dusty window At weeds the water ...
I met a lady from the South who said (You won't believe she said it, but she said it): "None ...
What tree may not the fig be gathered from? The grape may not be gathered from the birch? It's all ...
O hushed October morning mild, Thy leaves have ripened to the fall; Tomorrow's wind, if it be wild, Should waste ...
Bring me wine, but wine which never grew In the belly of the grape, Or grew on vine whose tap-roots, ...
(The Dry Salvages-presumably les trois sauvages-is a small group of rocks, with a beacon, off the N.E. coast of Cape ...
APENECK SWEENEY spreads his knees Letting his arms hang down to laugh, The zebra stripes along his jaw Swelling to ...
In Ionia whence sprang old poets' fame, From whom that sea did first derive her name, The blessed bed whereon ...
Here comes Kate Summers, who, for gold, Takes any man to bed: "You knew my friend, Nell Barnes," she said; ...
O wind, rend open the heat, cut apart the heat, rend it to tatters. Fruit cannot drop through this thick ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
During the father's walkingâ?"how he look down by now in soft boards, Henry, pass and what he feel or no, ...
Oh days devoted to the useless burden of putting out of mind the biography of a minor poet of the ...
"As certain also of your own poets have said"-- (Acts 17.28) Cleon the poet (from the sprinkled isles, Lily on ...
"Thou thoughtest that I was altogether such a one as thyself." (David, Psalms 50.21) ['Will sprawl, now that the heat ...
(PIANO DI SORRENTO.) Fortu, Frotu, my beloved one, Sit here by my side, On my knees put up both little ...
Vanity, saith the preacher, vanity! Draw round my bed: is Anselm keeping back? Nephews -- sons mine -- ah God, ...
Unfunny uncles who insist in trying on a lady's hat, --oh, even if the joke falls flat, we share your ...
Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill; Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes! No longer leave thy ...
The rest of us watch from beyond the fence as the woman moves with her jagged stride into her pain ...
Go from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand Henceforward in thy shadow. Nevermore Alone upon the threshold of ...
But in the Wine-presses the human grapes sing not nor dance: They howl and writhe in shoals of torment, in ...
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