Three Songs At The End Of Summer (Jane Kenyon Poems)
A second crop of hay lies cutand turned. Five gleaming crowssearch and peck between the rows.They make a low, companionable ...
A second crop of hay lies cutand turned. Five gleaming crowssearch and peck between the rows.They make a low, companionable ...
I saw a ship of material build(Her standards set, her brave apparel on)Directed as by madness mereAgainst a solid iceberg ...
'Listen, now, verse should be as naturalAs the small tuber that feeds on muckAnd grows slowly from obtuse soilTo the ...
"BUY, who'll buy," the pedlar sings,"Bones of beggars, loins of kings,Ribs of murder, haunch of hate,And Beauty's head on a ...
A sweet hour. Athens sprawls like a hetairaoffering herself to April.Sensuous scents are in the air,the spirit waits for nothing ...
Where its shade was, the oak itself now sprawls,lifeless, no longer vying with the wind.The people say: I see now-it ...
(THE GRAVEYARD OF SPOON RIVER. TWO VOICES ARE HEARD BEHIND A SCREEN DECORATED WITH DIABOLICAL AND ANGELIC FIGURES IN VARIOUS ...
All the comforts of life in a Tavern are known,'Tis his home who possesses not one of his own;And to ...
GRANNY Bobrov (Playing patience) Now that's the card. Oh, it's all coming out topsy-turvy! A king. And where am I ...
Friend whom I never saw, yet dearest friend, Be with me travelling on the byeway now ...
FOR the grey-nurse knows the barb-hook As the codfish kens the line, And the bull-whale's blood is fountained Where the ...
The skies are blue and the sun is out and the grass is green and soft And the ...
War weary haggard, they stumble on,back down that winding trail.To reach Ilola far away, they knowthat they must not fail.Staggering ...
In the shabby train no seat is vacant. The child in the ripped mask Sprawls undisturbed in the waste Of ...
all is still on this starless night the mountain waits quiescent as a cat smoothing crag and chasm to a ...
APENECK SWEENEY spreads his knees Letting his arms hang down to laugh, The zebra stripes along his jaw Swelling to ...
Opposite me two Germans snore and sweat. Through sullen swirling gloom we jolt and roar. We have been here for ...
I. Your ghost will walk, you lover of trees, (If our loves remain) In an English lane, By a cornfield-side ...
'Listen, now, verse should be as natural As the small tuber that feeds on muck And grows slowly from obtuse ...
I never saw a face so bright With brilliant blood and joy, As was the grinning mug last night Of ...
Making his advances He does not look at her, nor sniff at her, No, not even sniff at her, his ...
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