The Simple Line (Laura Riding Jackson Poem)
The secrets of the mind convene splendidly, Though the mind is meek. To be aware inwardly of brain and beauty ...
The secrets of the mind convene splendidly, Though the mind is meek. To be aware inwardly of brain and beauty ...
I. Reference to a Passage in Plutarch's Life of Sulla The people buying and selling, consuming pleasures, talking in the ...
Reason will not decide at last; the sword will decide. The sword: an obsolete instrument of bronze or steel, formerly ...
"I hate my verses, every line, every word. Oh pale and brittle pencils ever to try One grass-blade's curve, or ...
While this America settles in the mould of its vulgarity, heavily thickening to empire And protest, only a bubble in ...
Our sardine fishermen work at night in the dark of the moon; daylight or moonlight They could not tell where ...
I ENCHANTER of Erin, whose magic has bound us, Thy wand for one moment we fondly would claim, Entranced while ...
An Unpublished Poem, by my late Latin Tutor. In candent ire the solar splendor flames; The foles, languescent, pend from ...
As a man and woman make a garden between them like a bed of stars, here they linger in the ...
Ablaze with orange, with yellow the tree afire drenched in the sunset through the thinning branches dying in its splendor ...
Whenas ye plaisaunt Aperille shoures have washed and purged awaye Ye poysons and ye rheums of earth to make a ...
The sorrow of riverside blossoms inexplicable, And nowhere to complain -- I've gone half crazy. I look up our southern ...
Virtue runs before the muse And defies her skill, She is rapt, and doth refuse To wait a painter's will. ...
They lie in parallel rows, on ice, head to tail, each a foot of luminosity barred with black bands, which ...
All night long, by a distant bell, The passing hours were notched On the dark, while her breathing rose and ...
IN HOLLAND The laggard winter ebbed so slow With freezing rain and melting snow, It seemed as if the earth ...
It's all a farce,-these tales they tell About the breezes sighing, And moans astir o'er field and dell, Because the ...
One of the ones that Midas touched Who failed to touch us all Was that confiding Prodigal The reeling Oriole ...
I The rutted roads are all like iron; skies Are keen and brilliant; only the oak-leaves cling In the bare ...
I love the church: its labara, its silver vessels, its candleholders, the lights, the ikons, the pulpit. Whenever I go ...
The Devil is a gentleman and askes you down to stay At his little place at What'sitsname (it isn't far ...
Recite the loves of Narva and Mored The priest of Chalma's triple idol said. High from the ground the youthful ...
In heaven, Some little blades of grass Stood before God. "What did you do?" Then all save one of the ...
LEANDER. No more of Memphis and her mighty kings, Or Alexandria, where the Ptolomies. Taught golden commerce to unfurl her ...
You have put your two hands upon me, and your mouth, You have said my name as a prayer. Here ...
"Oh yes, I went over to Edmonstoun the other day and saw Johnny, mooning around as usual! He will never ...
The last pose flickered, failed. The screen's dead white Glared in a sudden flooding of harsh light Stabbing the eyes; ...
After the whipping he crawled into bed, Accepting the harsh fact with no great weeping. How funny uncle's hat had ...
When, by decree of the supreme power, The Poet appears in this annoyed world, His mother, blasphemous out of horror ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
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