Letter From a Father (Mona Van Duyn Poems)
Ulcerated tooth keeps me awake, there issuch pain, would have to go to the hospital to haveit pulled or would ...
Ulcerated tooth keeps me awake, there issuch pain, would have to go to the hospital to haveit pulled or would ...
All work is over at the farmAnd men and maids are ripe for glee;Love slips among them sly and warmOr ...
I. Wafted o'er purple seas, From gold Hesperides, Mixed with the southern breeze, Hail to us spirits! Dripping with fragrant rains, Fire of our ardent veins, Life ...
I have seen thy crystal watersMirror Beauty's sportive daughters;Seen the village maiden thereLave her brow and braid her hair—Wade, till ...
O Hades! O false gods! false to yourselves! O Hades, 'twas thy brother gave her thee Without a mother's sanction or her ...
NOW in thy dazzled half-op'd eye,Thy curled nose and lip awry,Up-hoisted arms and noddling head,And little chin with crystal spread,Poor ...
Now o'er the laughing meadows, Throned on her dewy car,Queenly May comes with her train, From southern climes afar,To seek her woodland ...
SWEET bud of promise, fresh and fair,Just moving in the morning air,The morn of life but just begun,The sands of ...
The Puritan Spring Beauties stood freshly clad for church;A Thrush, white-breasted, o'er them sat singing on his perch."Happy be! for ...
(WAR OF THE REBELLION, 1884)No, I won't,--thar, now, so! And it ain't nothin',--no!And thar's nary to tell that you folks ...
Low by the reedy sea went ancient Ops,Tracking for crownless Saturn: quietlyFrom her gray hair waned off the sober light,For ...
It's when the birds go piping and the daylight slowly breaks,That, clamoring for his dinner, our precious baby wakes;Then it's ...
" WHAT dost thou here, Thou dusky courtier, Within the pinky palace of the rose? Here ...
I They went to sea in a Sieve, they did, In a Sieve they went to sea: In spite of ...
It's when the birds go piping and the daylight slowly breaks, That, clamoring for his dinner, our precious baby wakes; ...
Come we to the summer, to the summer we will come, For the woods are full of bluebells and the ...
A New Version: 1980 What is that little black thing I see there in the white? Walt Whitman One Out ...
Ne Rubeam, Pingui donatus Munere (Horace, Epistles II.i.267) While you, great patron of mankind, sustain The balanc'd world, and open ...
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