Out Of The East (John Freeman Poems)
When man first walked upright and soberly Reflecting as he paced to and fro,And no more swinging from wide tree to ...
When man first walked upright and soberly Reflecting as he paced to and fro,And no more swinging from wide tree to ...
SPRING, COAST RANGEThe glow of my campfire is dark red and flameless,The circle of white ash widens around it.I get ...
1A smudge for the horizonthat, on a clear day, showsthe hard edge of hills andbuildings on the other coast.Anchored boats ...
Flapping fierce her gory pinions, Whetting sharp her crimson beak,Vulture War her barbarous minions, Calls her ghastly prey to seek.Now her hideous ...
Starved, mangy dogs with mournful, pleading eyes,Descendants of the ones that in a bygoneAge from the steppeland came, and, stung ...
Do you despair with all these conurbations above you? They are the legions the God- Man was unwilling to summon. After the last symphony, ...
Fort Dearborn is a strong and goodly place,And o'er the frontier looks with valiant faceTo greet the hostile tread of ...
Oh, but the heavenly grammar did I holdOf that high speech which angels' tongues turn gold!So should her deathless beauty ...
Lady who hold'st on me dominion!Within your spirit's arms I stay me fastAgainst the fellImmitigate ravening of the gates of ...
Listen, and when thy hand this paper presses, O time-worn woman, think of her who blesses What thy thin fingers ...
Green wing and ruby throat, What shining spell, what exquisite sorcery,Lured you to float And fight with bees round this ...
Between two nights the brief day. The farm is there. And in the thicket, a snare the hunter set for ...
For every bird there is this last migration; Once more the cooling year kindles her heart; With a warm passage ...
The following is based on true events: (Part One) 493 guests were watching people searching their Gmail flirting in chats, ...
The sign of the migration the seasons changing the geese calling coming together a giant V in the sky leading, ...
In my line, my blood, there pulses, course through my veins the blood of those hardy souls, the first Pilgrims, ...
I Thou who hast made thy dwelling fair With flowers beneath, above with starry lights, And set thine altars everywhere,-- ...
I Soul, what art thou in the tribes of the sea? LORD, said a flying fish, Below the foundations of ...
On the fair green hills of Rio There grows a fearful stain: The poor who come to Rio And can't ...
We'd left the sea-gulls long behind, And we were almost in mid-ocean; The sky was soft and blue and kind, ...
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