The Cloud’s Swan-Song (Francis Thompson Poems)
There is a parable in the pathless cloud,There's prophecy in heaven,--they did not lie,The Chaldee shepherds; seal-ed from the proud,To ...
There is a parable in the pathless cloud,There's prophecy in heaven,--they did not lie,The Chaldee shepherds; seal-ed from the proud,To ...
In Dennis O'Halloran's bar-room, down by Newcastle pier,(Was ever ye down to Newcastle, lad?), I was sittin' drinkin' a beer,An' ...
It came upon us sudden; six solid hours it blewAs if a thousand devils had gallivanted throughThe portholes of Perdition; ...
(Notice to Mariners: "North Atlantic Ocean, — derelict reported")I left her headed for Lord-knows-where, in latitude forty-nine,With a cargo of ...
Boswell by my bed, Tolstoy on my table; Thought the world has bled For four and a half years, And ...
It drizzled, but not even grasses Would bend within the bag of storm; Dust only gulped its rain in pellets, ...
624Forever - it composed of Nows -'Tis not a different time -Except for Infiniteness -And Latitude of Home -From this ...
562Conjecturing a ClimateOf unsuspended Suns -Adds poignancy to Winter -The Shivering Fancy turnsTo a fictitious CountryTo palliate a Cold -Not ...
886These tested Our Horizon-Then disappearedAs Birds before achievingA Latitude.Our Retrospection of ThemA fixed Delight,But our AnticipationA Dice-a Doubt-(Emily Dickinson)
At once whatever happened starts receding. Panting, and back on board, we line the rail With trousers ripped, light wallets, ...
"Let us now praise famous men"-- Men of little showing-- For their work continueth, And their work continueth, Broad and ...
Spring wafts up the smell of bus exhaust, of bread and fried potatoes, tips green on the branches, repeats old ...
My mind matches this understand land. Outdoors the pencilled tree, the wind-carved drift, Indoors the constant fire, the careful thrift ...
In pious times, ere priest-craft did begin, Before polygamy was made a sin; When man, on many, multipli'd his kind, ...
These tested Our Horizon -- Then disappeared As Birds before achieving A Latitude. Our Retrospection of Them A fixed Delight, ...
Forever -- it composed of Nows -- 'Tis not a different time -- Except for Infiniteness -- And Latitude of ...
Conjecturing a Climate Of unsuspended Suns -- Adds poignancy to Winter -- The Shivering Fancy turns To a fictitious Country ...
'Tis not that Dying hurts us so -- 'Tis Living -- hurts us more -- But Dying -- is a ...
All the huskies are eaten. There is no space left in the diary, And the beads of quick words scatter ...
1 O TAKE my hand, Walt Whitman! Such gliding wonders! such sights and sounds! Such join'd unended links, each hook'd ...
In sleep I dream the gratitude I know I cannot say Now you are in a latitude where palm trees ...
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