The Cliffs (Frederic Prokosch Poems)
NORWAY's a shadow: sullen the cliffs at midnight,Stagnant the streams. Stare out beyond those fistedRocks; whose features stung by disease ...
NORWAY's a shadow: sullen the cliffs at midnight,Stagnant the streams. Stare out beyond those fistedRocks; whose features stung by disease ...
When little boys grown patient at last, weary,Surrender their eyes immeasurably to the night,The event will rage terrific as the ...
The trawl of unquiet mind drops asternGreat lucid streamers bar the sky ahead(bifurcated banners at a tourney)light alchemizes the brass ...
Fly the banner, fly the banner!For our freedom fight!'Neath the banner, 'neath the banner,Riflemen unite!Graybeard in the StortingGives his vote ...
Ice-chips plucked whole from the smoke,the past week's stars all frozen in flight,Head over heels the skater's club goes,clinking its ...
Bitter is the wind tonight.It tosses the ocean's white hair.Tonight I fear not the fierce warriors of NorwayCoursing on the ...
Said Grenfell to my spirit, "You've been writing very free Of the charms of other places, and you don't remember ...
Short of stature, large of limb, Burly face and russet beard, All the women stared at him, When in Iceland ...
"Speak! speak I thou fearful guest Who, with thy hollow breast Still in rude armor drest, Comest to daunt me! ...
He climbed to the top of one of those million white pines set out across the emptying pastures of the ...
NOW, rallying once if ne'er again, With flag at half-mast flown, A people in dire need and strain Mans Tyra's ...
Stop, stop and listen for the bough top Is whistling and the sun is brighter Than God's own shadow in ...
Land lies in water; it is shadowed green. Shadows, or are they shallows, at its edges showing the line of ...
Come, kings, and listen to my song: When Gwin, the son of Nore, Over the nations of the North His ...
THAT which eludes this verse and any verse, Unheard by sharpest ear, unform'd in clearest eye or cunningest mind, Nor ...
'There sinks the nebulous star we call the Sun, If that hypothesis of theirs be sound' Said Ida; 'let us ...
Many a green isle needs must be In the deep wide sea of Misery, Or the mariner, worn and wan, ...
(Bergen)SEVEN days all fog, all mist, and the turbines pounding through high seas. I was a plaything, a rat's neck ...
OUT of the testimony of such reluctant lips, out of the oaths and mouths of such scrupulous liars, out of ...
ALL the policemen, saloonkeepers and efficiency experts in Toledo knew Bern Dailey; secretary ten years when Whitlock was mayor. Pickpockets, ...
Of Man's first disobedience, and the fruit Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste Brought death into the World, and ...
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