when hair falls off and eyes blur And (E. E. Cummings Poems)
when hair falls off and eyes blur Andthighs forget(when clocks whisperand night shouts)When mindsshrivel and hearts grow brittler everyInstant(when of ...
when hair falls off and eyes blur Andthighs forget(when clocks whisperand night shouts)When mindsshrivel and hearts grow brittler everyInstant(when of ...
One moment mankind rides the crested wave, A moment glorious, beyond recall; And then the wave, with slow and massive ...
The stars hang thick in the apple tree, The south wind smells of the pungent sea, Gold tulip cups are ...
The nursery fire burns brightly, crackling in cheerful little explosions and trails of sparks up the back of the chimney. ...
1901 Not in the camp his victory lies Or triumph in the market-place, Who is his Nation's sacrifice To turn ...
So here's your Empire. No more wine, then? Good. We'll clear the Aides and khitmatgars away. (You'll know that fat ...
Her brown falcon perches above the sink as steaming water forks over my hands. Below the wrists they shrivel and ...
To be put on the train and kissed and given my ticket, Then the station slid backward, the shops and ...
[First published in Schiller's Horen, in connection with a friendly contest in the art of ballad-writing between the two great ...
How fast the bloom fades the flower falls to dust the petal shrivel, detach drop to the hungry ground reclaiming ...
A hushed purple trumpet hangs heavy on its vine, held by the connections, the hooks the nature of itself, wet ...
Man was made of social earth, Child and brother from his birth; Tethered by a liquid cord Of blood through ...
When you thanked me for the day I felt ashamed, I couldn't say it wasn't much because it was for ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
Hidden, oh hidden in the high fog the house we live in, beneath the magnetic rock, rain-, rainbow-ridden, where blood-black ...
Ye ancient Maids, who ne'er must prove The early joys of youth and love, Whose names grim Fate (to whom ...
1 SINGING my days, Singing the great achievements of the present, Singing the strong, light works of engineers, Our modern ...
Old Man, or Lads-Love, - in the name there's nothing To one that knows not Lads-Love, or Old Man, The ...
THE HAGGARD woman with a hacking cough and a deathless love whispers of white flowers . in your poem you ...
(WASHINGTON SQUARE) I met him, as one meets a ghost or two, Between the gray Arch and the old Hotel. ...
Oft seems the Time a market-town Where many merchant-spirits meet Who up and down and up and down Cry out ...
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