Snow Fort (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
It all starts with the quality, the density, the size of the snow bank. True now, true forty years ago; ...
It all starts with the quality, the density, the size of the snow bank. True now, true forty years ago; ...
Blocks of snow, piled higher and higher building a wall, a ring a start of an igloo, a fort, a ...
When I am in New York, I like to drop around at night, To visit with my honest, genial friends, ...
It snowed in spring on earth so dry and warm The flakes could find no landing place to form. Hordes ...
Out walking in the frozen swamp one gray day I paused and said, 'I will turn back from here. No, ...
"OH, let's go up the hill and scare ourselves, As reckless as the best of them to-night, By setting fire ...
I WALKED down alone Sunday after church To the place where John has been cutting trees To see for myself ...
WHEN the wind works against us in the dark, And pelts with snow The lowest chamber window on the east, ...
Afield at dusk What things for dream there are when specter-like, Moving amond tall haycocks lightly piled, I enter alone ...
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
Dear to my heart are the ancestral dwellings of America, Dearer than if they were haunted by ghosts of royal ...
I should have thought in a dream you would have brought some lovely, perilous thing, orchids piled in a great ...
The Wind took up the Northern Things And piled them in the south -- Then gave the East unto the ...
The Morning after Woe -- 'Tis frequently the Way -- Surpasses all that rose before -- For utter Jubilee -- ...
No Notice gave She, but a Change -- No Message, but a Sigh -- For Whom, the Time did not ...
It feels a shame to be Alive -- When Men so brave -- are dead -- One envies the Distinguished ...
I measure every Grief I meet With narrow, probing, Eyes -- I wonder if It weighs like Mine -- Or ...
There wasn't room for sympathy, the epicentre moved too rapidly for that and even when we knew the anger of ...
If I had been a Heathen, I'd have praised the purple vine, My slaves should dig the vineyards, And I ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
In the usual iconography of the temple or the local Wok you would never see him doing such a thing, ...
I woke up, it was the house where I was born. It was raining softly in all the rooms, I ...
I. THE GARDEN. ABOVE the city hung the moon, Right o'er a plot of ground Where flowers and orchard-trees were ...
Come, walk with me, There's only thee To bless my spirit now - We used to love on winter nights ...
Cold in the earth-and the deep snow piled above thee, Far, far removed, cold in the dreary grave! Have I ...
Eternally the choking steam goes up From the black pools of seething oil. . . . How merry Those little ...
There were not many at that lonely place, Where two scourged hills met in a little plain. The wind cried ...
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