February: The Boy Breughel (Norman Dubie Poem)
The birches stand in their beggar's row: Each poor tree Has had its wrists nearly Torn from the clear sleeves ...
The birches stand in their beggar's row: Each poor tree Has had its wrists nearly Torn from the clear sleeves ...
I wake and hearing it raining. Were I dead, what would I give Lazily to lie here, Like this, and ...
I LEGEND Long ago Apollo called to Aristæus, youngest of the shepherds, Saying, "I will make you keeper of my ...
Not to the swift, the race: Not to the strong, the fight: Not to the righteous, perfect grace: Not to ...
There are songs for the morning and songs for the night, For sunrise and sunset, the stars and the moon; ...
You'll know it -- as you know 'tis Noon -- By Glory -- As you do the Sun -- By ...
Who saw no Sunrise cannot say The Countenance 'twould be. Who guess at seeing, guess at loss Of the Ability. ...
When Night is almost done -- And Sunrise grows so near That we can touch the Spaces -- It's time ...
What care the Dead, for Chanticleer -- What care the Dead for Day? 'Tis late your Sunrise vex their face ...
To my small Hearth His fire came -- And all my House aglow Did fan and rock, with sudden light ...
Three times -- we parted -- Breath -- and I -- Three times -- He would not go -- But ...
The Sunrise runs for Both -- The East -- Her Purple Troth Keeps with the Hill -- The Noon unwinds ...
The Day came slow -- till Five o'clock -- Then sprang before the Hills Like Hindered Rubies -- or the ...
The Child's faith is new -- Whole -- like His Principle -- Wide -- like the Sunrise On fresh Eyes ...
The Battle fought between the Soul And No Man -- is the One Of all the Battles prevalent -- By ...
Renunciation -- is a piercing Virtue -- The letting go A Presence -- for an Expectation -- Not now -- ...
It was a quiet way -- He asked if I was his -- I made no answer of the Tongue ...
I learned -- at least -- what Home could be -- How ignorant I had been Of pretty ways of ...
I had no Cause to be awake -- My Best -- was gone to sleep -- And Morn a new ...
Glowing is her Bonnet, Glowing is her Cheek, Glowing is her Kirtle, Yet she cannot speak. Better as the Daisy ...
At last, to be identified! At last, the lamps upon thy side The rest of Life to see! Past Midnight! ...
A Wife -- at daybreak I shall be -- Sunrise -- Hast thou a Flag for me? At Midnight, I ...
A House upon the Height -- That Wagon never reached -- No Dead, were ever carried down -- No Peddler's ...
A feather from the Whippoorwill That everlasting -- sings! Whose galleries -- are Sunrise -- Whose Opera -- the Springs ...
'Tis Sunrise -- Little Maid -- Hast Thou No Station in the Day? 'Twas not thy wont, to hinder so ...
This Chasm, Sweet, upon my life I mention it to you, When Sunrise through a fissure drop The Day must ...
The Doomed -- regard the Sunrise With different Delight -- Because -- when next it burns abroad They doubt to ...
I know some lonely Houses off the Road A Robber'd like the look of -- Wooden barred, And Windows hanging ...
An altered look about the hills -- A Tyrian light the village fills -- A wider sunrise in the morn ...
"Why do I love" You, Sir? Because -- The Wind does not require the Grass To answer -- Wherefore when ...
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