Summer Nights (Deborah Ager Poem)
Lamoni, Iowa The factory siren tells workers time to go home tells them the evening has begun. When living with ...
Lamoni, Iowa The factory siren tells workers time to go home tells them the evening has begun. When living with ...
In Sussex here, by shingle and by sand, Flat fields and farmsteads in their wind-blown trees, The shallow tide-wave courses ...
Here the white-ray'd anemone is born, Wood-sorrel, and the varnish'd buttercup; And primrose in its purfled green swathed up, Pallid ...
Adieu to Belashanny! where I was bred and born; Go where I may, I'll think of you, as sure as ...
A sunset's mounded cloud; A diamond evening-star; Sad blue hills afar; Love in his shroud. Scarcely a tear to shed; ...
We are thine, O Love, being in thee and made of thee, As théou, Léove, were the déep thought And ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
Once upon a time, in the land of Hush-A-Bye, Around about the wondrous days of yore, They came across a ...
Come, thrust your hands in the warm earth And feel her strength through all your veins; Breathe her full odors, ...
We sighing said, "Our Pan is dead; His pipe hangs mute beside the river Around it wistful sunbeams quiver, But ...
Brighter shone the golden shadows; On the cool wind softly came The low, sweet tones of happy flowers, Singing little ...
Oh! a bare, brown rock Stood up in the sea, The waves at its feet Dancing merrily. A little bubble ...
Awake! Awake! for the earliest gleam Of golden sunlight shines On the rippling waves, that brightly flow Beneath the flowering ...
The moonlight fades from flower and rose And the stars dim one by one; The tale is told, the song ...
I have come, alas, to the great circle of shadow, to the short day and to the whitening hills, when ...
There is a gentle thought that often springs to life in me, because it speaks of you. Its reasoning about ...
The day returns again, my natal day; What mix'd emotions with the Thought arise! Beloved friend, four years have pass'd ...
Oh! Mr. Best, you're very bad And all the world shall know it; Your base behaviour shall be sung By ...
1 Ever musing I delight to tread The Paths of honour and the Myrtle Grove Whilst the pale Moon her ...
Not under foreign skies Nor under foreign wings protected - I shared all this with my own people There, where ...
Memorial day for the war dead. Add now the grief of all your losses to their grief, even of a ...
Hebrew writing and Arabic writing go from east to west, Latin writing, from west to east. Languages are like cats: ...
The end was quick and bitter. Slow and sweet was the time between us, slow and sweet were the nights ...
A man doesn't have time in his life to have time for everything. He doesn't have seasons enough to have ...
Visits of condolence is all we get from them. They squat at the Holocaust Memorial, They put on grave faces ...
Far, far from here, The Adriatic breaks in a warm bay Among the green Illyrian hills; and there The sunshine ...
1 Faster, faster, 2 O Circe, Goddess, 3 Let the wild, thronging train 4 The bright procession 5 Of eddying ...
Glion?--Ah, twenty years, it cuts All meaning from a name! White houses prank where once were huts. Glion, but not ...
How changed is here each spot man makes or fills! In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same; The village ...
The Youth Faster, faster, O Circe, Goddess, Let the wild, thronging train The bright procession Of eddying forms, Sweep through ...
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