M’Gillviray’s Dream (Thomas Bracken Poems)
A Forest-Ranger's Story.JUST nineteen long years, Jack, have passed o'er my shouldersSince close to this spot we lay waiting the ...
A Forest-Ranger's Story.JUST nineteen long years, Jack, have passed o'er my shouldersSince close to this spot we lay waiting the ...
Spirit, lovely guest, who are you?Whence have you flown down to us?Taciturn and without a soundWhy have you abandoned us?Where ...
IThe mare is pawing by the oak,The chaise is cool and wideFor Peter Rugg the BostonianWith his little son beside;The ...
IT is sweet to rejoice for a day,-For a day that is reached at last!It is well for wanderers in ...
Baazi-cha-aie-Atfal Hai Dunia, Mere AageHota Hai Shaboroze Tamasha Mere AageIk Khel Hai Aurang-e-suleman, Mere NazdeekIk Baat Hai Ajaaz-a-Maseehah, Mere AageJuz ...
And there was a flowering garden in the sea,in a sea glossy as the sky; and a songof two Sirens ...
Until sunset!From the dawn!See the woodsmen of San Juan,They want bread before it's gone!Those from Roque,Feeling rocky,Those from Rique,Feeling tricky,Those ...
-- for Leonardo Garcia Pabon When the hour comes I'll speak with you, watching the river flow, at the river's edge. With ...
How many years have passedsince I stepped across the thresholdfor the last time?A bridal canopy of turbid smokehas spanned itselfabove ...
This is my singing season, and the dearthOf music ended; I am pregnant thusWith sound and colour, and melodiousMine unborn ...
Crash, crash from a dizzying height,Gray torrent, never cease!Marry your lingering roarWith the lingering echo of a valley.I hear the ...
I hear the oriole's always-grieving voice,And the rich summer's welcome loss I hearIn the sickle's serpentine hissCutting the corn's ear ...
One timethe whole world wore red.Flowerpots, earth, blood, flesh.Red water sifted through red earth.Perplexed birds filled their beakswith dirt-red air; ...
Although you have given me a stomach upset, Weak knees, a lurching heart, a fuzzy brain, A high-pitched laugh, a ...
I hear the oriole's always-grieving voice, And the rich summer's welcome loss I hear In the sickle's serpentine hiss Cutting ...
Not under foreign skies Nor under foreign wings protected - I shared all this with my own people There, where ...
STANDING IN EDEN 1 Poetry claimed me young on Skegness beach Before I was born I answered her cry For ...
If you fear losing somebody you love like rejection would be no surprise even if they never said it out ...
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