Smells of Creation (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Freshly tilled soil, rot on the forest floor chocolate bubbling on the stove Gardenias, violets, garlic breath Sulphur of the ...
Freshly tilled soil, rot on the forest floor chocolate bubbling on the stove Gardenias, violets, garlic breath Sulphur of the ...
First storm of the year thickening sky, heavy air darkening below the blue weight on the limbs the leaves turned ...
The clouds sank down down to the pavement between five and seven tonight taillight soup, headlight soup we were swimming ...
Okay, it felt a lot like a lot more than a cold breeze a frigid arctic blast, more like it, ...
Crisp hard brown sturdy oak leaves glistened in the small crisp pools after this morning's rain, late fall puddles harvest ...
Wet dull brown oak leaves red maple, yellow birch, fell in showers, amidst the big secondary rain drops under the ...
Enter, as in the Temple of Jerusalem, ATHALIA, MATHAN, ABNER WHY, to our Wonder, in this Place is seen, ...
O quam te memorem virgo... STAND on the highest pavement of the stair- Lean on a garden urn- Weave, weave ...
I Midwinter spring is its own season Sempiternal though sodden towards sundown, Suspended in time, between pole and tropic. When ...
Shall I get drunk or cut myself a piece of cake, a pasty Syrian with a few words of English ...
Under Grand Central's tattered vault --maybe half a dozen electric stars still lit-- one saxophone blew, and a sheer black ...
Can we believe -- by an effort comfort our hearts: it is not waste all this, not placed here in ...
THE PROLOGUE. The Sompnour in his stirrups high he stood, Upon this Friar his hearte was so wood,* *furious That ...
This is not bad -- ambling along 44th Street with Sonny Rollins for company, his music flowing through the soft ...
The Renaissance men are aging now, having survived Industrialization's Original Sin and the Information Age flood; The need for specialization ...
SHE will not sleep, for fear of dreams, But, rising, quits her restless bed, And walks where some beclouded beams ...
Because God put His adamantine fate Between my sullen heart and its desire, I swore that I would burst the ...
I. The poem is important, but not more than the people whose survival it serves, one of the necessities, so ...
Eternal Spirit of the chainless Mind! Brightest in dungeons, Liberty, thou art; For there thy habitation is the heart- The ...
ANDROMACHE, I think of you! The stream, The poor, sad mirror where in bygone days Shone all the majesty of ...
I. Your ghost will walk, you lover of trees, (If our loves remain) In an English lane, By a cornfield-side ...
An imaginary composer.] I. Hist, but a word, fair and soft! Forth and be judged, Master Hugues! Answer the question ...
"As certain also of your own poets have said"-- (Acts 17.28) Cleon the poet (from the sprinkled isles, Lily on ...
I What's become of Waring Since he gave us all the slip, Chose land-travel or seafaring, Boots and chest, or ...
The city purrs, it hums along, the morning hardly risen. A well-dressed drunk smears her finger across a doorman's lips ...
The sun goes down in a cold pale flare of light. The trees grow dark: the shadows lean to the ...
The sun goes down in a cold pale flare of light. The trees grow dark: the shadows lean to the ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
Crouch'd on the pavement close by Belgrave Square A tramp I saw, ill, moody, and tongue-tied; A babe was in ...
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