The Generations of Men (Robert Frost Poem)
A governor it was proclaimed this time, When all who would come seeking in New Hampshire Ancestral memories might come ...
A governor it was proclaimed this time, When all who would come seeking in New Hampshire Ancestral memories might come ...
Even the bravest that are slain Shall not dissemble their surprise On waking to find valor reign, Even as on ...
The line-storm clouds fly tattered and swift. The road is forlorn all day, Where a myriad snowy quartz stones lift, ...
The shattered water made a misty din. Great waves looked over others coming in, And thought of doing something to ...
(The Dry Salvages-presumably les trois sauvages-is a small group of rocks, with a beacon, off the N.E. coast of Cape ...
There is a chimp named Ai who can count to five. There's a poet named Ai whose selected poems Vice ...
All forgot for recollecting Just a paltry One -- All forsook, for just a Stranger's New Accompanying -- Grace of ...
We, the living, buried deep in selfish grief strive to comprehend the passing of your hour, minds are numbed, aghast ...
There wasn't room for sympathy, the epicentre moved too rapidly for that and even when we knew the anger of ...
Whangaehu waters, hot-spilled from the cauldron of Crater Lake, swirling mud-green from the cup between Tahurangi and Pyramid Peak, sulphurous, ...
I was schooled well before he died, able at least to feel what others felt when their fathers were deceased. ...
No, she said, I never knew it was your first. It doesn't matter anyway. I always had an inkling that ...
What is it with Hezbollah representing barely 15% of the Lebanese Parliament living outside the government immersed in an undeclared ...
Why can't I keep out of harm's way? Am I so preoccupied, simultaneously looking ahead, concurrently looking behind; concerned to ...
I LOVE it, I love it ; and who shall dare To chide me for loving that old Arm-chair ? ...
Low and brown barns, thatched and repatched and tattered, Where I had seven sons until to-day, A little hill of ...
The line breaks and the guns go under, The lords and the lackeys ride the plain; I draw deep breaths ...
A livid sky on London And like the iron steeds that rear A shock of engines halted And I knew ...
Hast thou a charm to stay the morning-star In his steep course? So long he seems to pause On thy ...
Encase your legs in nylons, Bestride your hills with pylons O age without a soul; Away with gentle willows And ...
Ophelia claims we're dead and gives me back all my Frank Zappa and the Mothers albums. I nearly claw out ...
"Oh yes, I went over to Edmonstoun the other day and saw Johnny, mooning around as usual! He will never ...
And thou wert sad-yet I was not with thee! And thou wert sick, and yet I was not near; Methought ...
The moth's kiss, first! Kiss me as if you made believe You were not sure, this eve, How my face, ...
cry your dreams child, cry silent your screams as still again, those masters of war face our souls and try ...
in the night the deep deep night do i dance where mirror images are lost within i bleed across the ...
Southeast, and storm, and every weathervane shivers and moans upon its dripping pin, ragged on chimneys the cloud whips, the ...
I. (Bread and Music) Music I heard with you was more than music, And bread I broke with you was ...
Lo giorno se n'andava, e l'aere bruno toglieva li animai che sono in terra da le fatiche loro; e io ...
When I was young, I used to Watch behind the curtains As men walked up and down the street. Wino ...
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