One Day And Another: A Lyrical Eclogue – Part I (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
LATE SPRING _The mottled moth at eventide Beats glimmering wings against the pane; The slow, sweet lily opens wide, White in the dusk like ...
LATE SPRING _The mottled moth at eventide Beats glimmering wings against the pane; The slow, sweet lily opens wide, White in the dusk like ...
Monday The world is a ball of water. See, it is round-sided. I move across its topside, upon the world, not in it. The boat ...
The smell of snow, stinging in nostrils as the wind lifts it from a beachEve-shuttering, mixed with sand, or when ...
A long ray gushes through the windows,The mighty house stands in gloom.The fire stretches out, hotAnd sparkling in a stone ...
The jaunty crop-haired grayingWomen in grocery stores,Their clothes boyish and neat,New mittens or clean sneakers,Clean hands, hips not bad still,Buying ...
The long gray twilight falls and deeper glooms Close round the graying wood that dimmer growsAs dies the Day's last yearning ...
Darkness once again thickens throughout the sky:This darkness, like light's mysterious sister.She who has loved me always,Whose face I have ...
Neither the most agreeable Argentines,Nor the race tracks on the Pampas,Have the power to distract from his bad moodThe Consul ...
How long ago it is since we went Maying!Since she and I went Maying long ago!—The years have left my ...
THE river sleeps beneath the sky,And clasps the shadows to its breast;The crescent moon shines dim on high;And in the ...
"This is her diary. Come with me to viewThe canyon; think you see it as of oldWhen Martha lived, and ...
I try to live each dayIn such a wayThat when tomorrow makes today a yesterdayI will have woven into the ...
An eye where love with laughter twinkles,And songs on kisses still insistent,Blended with graying hair and wrinkles,To you, my child, ...
He often would ask us That, when he died, After playing so many To their last rest, If out of ...
from the road, the bright white gate at the back of the field, nothing visible beyond in the new light ...
As night fell, heavy so did the snow, light dancing, twirling, shimmering, flickering, the street lights, the light from our ...
High up the brick old mill building up above the brick, the granite, between the clapboard window dormers hanging on ...
snow seen in the valleys off the highway down below, the road I traveled by the brooks, cling to the ...
All those times I was bored out of my mind. Holding the log while he sawed it. Holding the string ...
Anghiari is medieval, a sleeve sloping down A steep hill, suddenly sweeping out To the edge of a cliff, and ...
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