The Owl Describing Her Young Ones (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poems)
Why was that baleful Creature made, Which seeks our Quiet to invade, And screams ill Omens through the Shade? 'Twas, ...
Why was that baleful Creature made, Which seeks our Quiet to invade, And screams ill Omens through the Shade? 'Twas, ...
First MovementThin-voiced, nasal pipesDrawing sound out and outUntil it is a screeching thread,Sharp and cutting, sharp and cutting,It hurts.Whee-e-e!Bump! Bump! ...
IFar, far across the desert sands,I hear the camel-bells;Merchants have come from alien lands,With stuffs, and gems, and silken bands,Back ...
THE last light wanes and drifts across the land, The low, long land, the sunny land of spires. The ghosts ...
I AM inebriate with the sunlight's golden wine, And I would love with an insensate fury! Let me drain ...
A man walked back and forth in his torn slippersIn the small roomHe inhabited.He thought about the eventsAbout which he ...
if I should sleep with a lady called deathget another man with firmer lips 'to take your new mouth in ...
The fountain bent and straightened itself In the night wind, Blowing like a flower. It gleamed and glittered, A tall ...
First Movement Thin-voiced, nasal pipes Drawing sound out and out Until it is a screeching thread, Sharp and cutting, sharp ...
1 A yellow band of light upon the street Pours from an open door, and makes a wide Pathway of ...
I The inkstand is full of ink, and the paper lies white and unspotted, in the round of light thrown ...
Slowly, without force, the rain drops into the city. It stops a moment on the carved head of Saint John, ...
I Hoops Blue and pink sashes, Criss-cross shoes, Minna and Stella run out into the garden To play at hoop. ...
If you've ever stole a pheasant-egg be'ind the keeper's back, If you've ever snigged the washin' from the line, If ...
TO serve the shop as 'prentice was the lot; Of one who had the name of Nicaise got; A lad ...
Why was that baleful Creature made, Which seeks our Quiet to invade, And screams ill Omens through the Shade? 'Twas, ...
past parentage or gender beyond sung vocables the slipped-between the so infinitesimal fault line a limitless interiority beyond the woven ...
How blest the land that counts among Her sons so many good and wise, To execute great feats of tongue ...
Well Sir, 'tis granted, I said Dryden's Rhimes, Were stoln, unequal, nay dull many times: What foolish Patron, is there ...
I know a village in a far-off land Where from a sunny, mountain-girdled plain With tinted walls a space on ...
I A dream of interlinking hands, of feet Tireless to spin the unseen, fairy woof Of the entangling waltz. Bright ...
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