The Trail From The Sea (Cale Young Rice Poems)
I took the trail to the wooded canyon, The trail from the sea: For I heard a calling ...
I took the trail to the wooded canyon, The trail from the sea: For I heard a calling ...
SO many fruits come from rosesFrom the rose of all rosesFrom the unfolded roseRose of all the world.Admit that apples ...
I. O YE in all the world who love true Song, Be gentle to the singers who uplift In innocent ...
(A GEOLOGICAL ADDRESS)"Speak, O man, less recent! Fragmentary fossil!Primal pioneer of pliocene formation,Hid in lowest drifts below the earliest stratum ...
Now 'tis Spring on wood and wold, Early Spring that shivers with cold, But gladdens, and gathers, day by day, ...
Dearest, thy discourses steal From my bosom's deep, my heart How can I from thee conceal My delight, ...
A thousand lights had smitten her Into this thing;Life had taken her and given her ...
Thou who singest through the earth, All the earth's wild creatures fly thee,Everywhere thou marrest mirth. Dumbly they defy thee.There ...
Summer's last moon has waned-- Waned As amber fires Of an ...
You ask me, friend, Why I don't sendThe long since due-and-paid-for numbers; Why, songless, I ...
Golden bird whose golden voice, When the summer days wax long --Cheery optimist from choiceBids the feathered world rejoice With ...
SONG drew the curtains of my life aside, But left me songless ere the risen day, When hurried heart-beats took ...
They are rhymes rudely strung with intent less Of sound than of words, In lands where bright blossoms are scentless, ...
SHE wanders in the April woods, That glisten with the fallen shower; She leans her face against the buds, She ...
In the burned house I am eating breakfast. You understand: there is no house, there is no breakfast, yet here ...
(To Marcel Schwob in friendship and in admiration) In a dim corner of my room for longer than my fancy ...
eipate toi basilei, xamai pese daidalos aula. ouketi PHoibos exei kaluban, ou mantida daphnen, ou pagan laleousan . apesbeto kai ...
Come in this hour to set my spirit free When earth is no more mine though night goes out, And ...
'Tis strange that in a land so strong So strong and bold in mighty youth, We have no poet's voice ...
I sat beneath a willow tree, Where water falls and calls; While fancies upon fancies solaced me, Some true, and ...
Now the ice lays its smooth claws on the sill, The sun looks from the hill Helmed in his winter ...
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