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 ...
IONE OF HIS ANIMAL STORIES Now, Tudens, you sit on _this_ knee--and 'scuse It having no side-saddle on;--and, Jeems, You sit on _this_--and ...
Inamoratas, with an approbation,Bestowed his title. Blessed his inclination.He wakes, unwinds, elaborately: a catTawny, reluctant, royal. He is fatAnd fine ...
Day hath put on his jacket, and aroundHis burning bosom buttoned it with stars.Here will I lay me on the ...
This is the tale that the howlers tellAt the end of the hunting weather,When the quick rain rillsOn the bare, ...
Ladies! (I hope there's none behind to hear)I long to whisper something in your ear:A secret, which does much my ...
His padding was of sawdust,The little Soldier-manWho loved a light-haired lady Doll—A maiden stuffed with bran.Their little hostess never knewThat ...
Hear'st thou that sound upon the window pane?Said the youth softly, as outstretched he layWhere for an hour outstretched he ...
I've told about the times that Ma can't find her pocketbook, And how we have to hustle round for it ...
THERE'S a haunting horror near usThat nothing drives away;Fierce lamping eyes at nightfall,A crouching shade by day;There's a whining at ...
Hold hard, these ancient minutes in the cuckoo's month,Under the lank, fourth folly on Glamorgan's hill,As the green blooms ride ...
All in the wild and windy night I heard the treetops moan,I heard the drift of scurrying leaves ...
A black cat among roses, Phlox, lilac-misted under a first-quarter moon, The sweet smells of heliotrope and night-scented stock. The ...
All winter your brute shoulders strained against collars, padding and steerhide over the ash hames, to haul sledges of cordwood ...
And the trees about me, Let them be dry and leafless; let the rocks Groan with continual surges; and behind ...
"How shall I be a poet? How shall I write in rhyme? You told me once the very wish Partook ...
On Rabbi Kook's Street I walk without this good man-- A streiml he wore for prayer A silk top hat ...
Hold hard, these ancient minutes in the cuckoo's month, Under the lank, fourth folly on Glamorgan's hill, As the green ...
It is a summer evening. The yellow moths sag against the locked screens and the faded curtains suck over the ...
Someone is harshly coughing on the next floor, Sudden excitement catching the flesh of his throat: Who is the sick ...
SMOKE of autumn is on it all. The streamers loosen and travel. The red west is stopped with a gray ...
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