In Mortem Meditare. (Alfred Castner King Poems)
DYING THOUGHTS.As Life's receding sunset fades And night descends,I calmly watch the gathering shades,As darkness stealthily invades ...
DYING THOUGHTS.As Life's receding sunset fades And night descends,I calmly watch the gathering shades,As darkness stealthily invades ...
(SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA)Shrewdly you question, Senor, and I fancyYou are no novice. Confess that to littleOf my poor gossip of Mission ...
At last! I am alone! Nothing can be heard but the rumbling of a few belated and weary cabs. For ...
Say there! P'r'apsSome on you chaps Might know Jim Wild?Well,--no offense:Thar ain't no sense In gittin' riled!Jim was my chum ...
They first charged me with disorderly conduct,There being no statute on blasphemy.Later they locked me up as insaneWhere I was ...
I will not have our holy love profaned By that untruth which slanders as impure The rites we keep, however ...
What hast thou done, my Darling, these two days? Felt lost and lonesome, missed me from thy life? Scorned self-content, ...
CIIMy Darling's temper is beyond compare, Tender and gentle in its will to me; Yielding so nimbly and so gracefully, ...
I have heen false for thy repose alone, And the sweet cause half pardoned the offense, Even in the judgment ...
I. Reference to a Passage in Plutarch's Life of Sulla The people buying and selling, consuming pleasures, talking in the ...
I have been thinking, praying too often these last two days the throw-away expletive His counsel, this officer of the ...
Something there is that doesn't love a wall, That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it And spills the upper boulder in ...
Alone and in a Circumstance Reluctant to be told A spider on my reticence Assiduously crawled And so much more ...
Advertisements, they've trashed the web, somehow they've gotten into bed with common sense; ubiquitous and so intense, insistent as to ...
Per me si va ne la citt? dolente, per me si va ne l'etterno dolore, per me si va tra ...
My Daddy used to wallop me for every small offense: "Its takes a hair-brush back," said he, "to teach kids ...
Well, Bokardo, here we are; Make yourself at home. Look around-you haven't far To look-and why be dumb? Not the ...
And thus the people every year in the valley of humid July did sacrifice themselves to the long green phallic ...
True ease in writing comes from art, not chance, As those move easiest who have learned to dance. 'Tis not ...
Striding through the gates of learning, Wrapped warmly in her black abaya, Modestly cloaked head to toe, Not a hair ...
They first charged me with disorderly conduct, There being no statute on blasphemy. Later they locked me up as insane ...
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