The Sheep In The Ruins (Archibald MacLeish Poems)
for Learned and Augustus HandYou, my friends, and you strangers, all of you, Stand with me a little by the ...
for Learned and Augustus HandYou, my friends, and you strangers, all of you, Stand with me a little by the ...
Wind blows. Snow falls. The great clock in its towerTicks with reverberant coil and tolls the hour:At the deep sudden ...
'Tis twilight dim; the musing dreamer sitsBefore his hearth, the sunset on his brow,And thus he ponders ere the birth ...
With silken tresses floating free, A dark-eyed maiden wandersAlone beside the murmuring sea, And of her lover ponders.The fisher boats ...
August. 105 in the shade.In a field we watch the bomberstaking off and landing.The heat over the valleyis a virus ...
Last night they came across the river andEntered the city. Women were awakeWith lights and food. They entertained the band,Not ...
Whilst the moon decks herself in Neptune's glass And ponders over her image in the sea, Her cloudy locks smoothing ...
Put her away some place between two hills, Away from the sea and the sun.She has so much to think ...
Stirs its ashes and embers, its burnt sticks An eye powdered over, half melted and solid again Ponders Ideas that ...
A little Madness in the Spring Is wholesome even for the King, But God be with the Clown -- Who ...
At the back of the noisy café bent over a table sits an old man; a newspaper in front of ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
The roses of Love glad the garden of life, Though nurtur'd 'mid weeds dropping pestilent dew, Till Time crops the ...
Sweet girl! though only once we met, That meeting I shall ne'er forget; And though we ne'er may meet again, ...
Wind blows. Snow falls. The great clock in its tower Ticks with reverberant coil and tolls the hour: At the ...
Through Alpine meadows soft-suffused With rain, where thick the crocus blows, Past the dark forges long disused, The mule-track from ...
Know, that I would accounted be True brother of a company That sang, to sweeten Ireland's wrong, Ballad and story, ...
Go thou and seek the House of Prayer! I to the Woodlands wend, and there In lovely Nature see the ...
WHY does this sudden passion smite me? I stretch my hands, all blind to see: I need the lamp of ...
Bix to Buxtehude to Boulez, The little white dog on the Victor label Listens long and hard as he is ...
O, for that warning voice, which he, who saw The Apocalypse, heard cry in Heaven aloud, Then when the Dragon, ...
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