One Day And Another: A Lyrical Eclogue – Part I (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
LATE SPRING _The mottled moth at eventide Beats glimmering wings against the pane; The slow, sweet lily opens wide, White in the dusk like ...
LATE SPRING _The mottled moth at eventide Beats glimmering wings against the pane; The slow, sweet lily opens wide, White in the dusk like ...
All priests are not the same, be understood!Priests are, like other folks, some bad, some good.What's vice or virtue, sure ...
Now that the Summer of Love has become the moss of tunnelsAnd the shadowy mouths of tunnels & all the ...
The sun is high, the seaside air is sharp,And salty light reveals the Mayan School.The Irish hope their names are ...
Mine is the lifter of mountains, thecowherd, and none other.O sadhus! there is no other—I have seenthe whole world.I left ...
I am sorry it is winter now,And you can't hear mosquitoes in the house,But you reminded yourselfOf the frivolous straw.The ...
I am sorry it is winter now,And you can't hear mosquitoes in the house,But you reminded yourselfOf the frivolous straw.The ...
O mother mine, Dau (Balram)forever teases me.you never gave birth to me,and I was bought in the market.this is what ...
Sparrow, the special delight of my girl,whom often she teases and holds on her lapand pokes with the tip of ...
Souvent, pour s'amuser, les hommes d'?quipagePrennent des albatros, vastes oiseaux des mers,Qui suivent, indolents compagnons de voyage,Le navire glissant sur ...
Eating, drinking, smoking, laughter,Reverly and wild to-do -They shake the inn from floor to rafterWith huzzahing and halloo.There Twardowski heads ...
The flies are angry bits of life; why are they so angry?it seems they want more,it seems almost as if ...
We are younger in years! Yes, that is true;But in some things we are older than you.For instance, you sometimes ...
The half-shut doors through which we heard that musicAre softly closed. Horns mutter down to silence.The stars whirl out, the ...
The half-shut doors through which we heard that musicAre softly closed. Horns mutter down to silence,The stars wheel out, the ...
In halls of sleep you wandered by, This time so indistinguishably I cannot remember aught of it, Save that I ...
The radiance of the star that leans on me Was shining years ago. The light that now Glitters up there ...
Elected Silence, sing to me And beat upon my whorlèd ear, Pipe me to pastures still and be The music ...
The nearest Dream recedes -- unrealized -- The Heaven we chase, Like the June Bee -- before the School Boy, ...
And with that she began nursing her child again, singing a sort of lullaby to it as she did so, ...
The half-shut doors through which we heard that music Are softly closed. Horns mutter down to silence. The stars whirl ...
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