Going For The Cows (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
I. The juice-big apples' sullen gold, Like lazy Sultans laughed and lolled 'Mid heavy mats of leaves that lay Green-flatten'd 'gainst the glaring day; And ...
I. The juice-big apples' sullen gold, Like lazy Sultans laughed and lolled 'Mid heavy mats of leaves that lay Green-flatten'd 'gainst the glaring day; And ...
SWIFT cloud, swift light, now dark, now bright, across the landscape played;And, spotted as a leopard's side in chasing sun ...
Wasn't it pleasant, O brother mine,In those old days of the lost sunshineOf youth-- when the Saturday's chores were through,And ...
Once more he tried, before he slept,to rule his ranks of words. They brokefrom his planned choir, lolled, slouched and ...
Ghastly, ghoulish, grinning skull,Toothless, eyeless, hollow, dull,Why your smirk and empty smileAs the hours away you wile?Has the earth become ...
He does not live here but it is the god.A priest tools in a top his motorbike.You do not enter.Us ...
Round Rajagriha five fair hills arose,Guarding King Bimbas?ra's sylvan town:Baibh?ra green with lemon-grass and palms;Bipulla, at whose foot thin SarsutiSteals ...
Behold, even I, even I am Beatrice.(Div. Com. Purg. xxx.)OF Florence and of BeatriceServant and singer from of old,O'er Dante's ...
October, and eleven after dark: Both mist and night. Among us in the coach Packed heat on which the windows ...
Gyved and chained in his father's home, He toiled 'neath a conqueror's rule;Bowed to the earth in the land of ...
She waited in a rose-hued room;A wanton-hearted creature she,But beautiful and bright to seeAs some great orchid just in bloom.Upon ...
Tired with dull grief, grown old before my day,I sit in solitude and only hearLong silent laughters, murmurings of dismay,The ...
Here they went with smock and crook,Toiled in the sun, lolled in the shade,Here they mudded out the brookAnd here ...
WITH bleared eyes blinking, dazed, the cripplestrayedAmong the plunging traffic; peeringroundUncertain, moved and fell. One fearful soundCaught his life bubble-like; ...
It was a storefront for a small-time numbers runner, pretending to be some sort of grocery. Coffeemakers and Bustello cans ...
He does not live here but it is the god. A priest tools in a top his motorbike. You do ...
"Thou thoughtest that I was altogether such a one as thyself." (David, Psalms 50.21) ['Will sprawl, now that the heat ...
(or 'Huddersfield the Second Poetry Capital of England Re-visited') What was it Janice Simmons said to me as James lay ...
(The French "Tommy"). Oh, some of us lolled in the chateau, And some of us slinked in the slum; But ...
Type of the antique Rome! Rich reliquary Of lofty contemplation left to Time By buried centuries of pomp and power! ...
"Once...Once upon a time..." Over and over again, Martha would tell us her stories, In the hazel glen. Hers were ...
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