One Day And Another: A Lyrical Eclogue – Part III (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
LATE SUMMER _Heat lightning flickers in one cloud, As in a flow'r a firefly; Some rain-drops, that the rose-bush bowed, Jar through the leaves ...
LATE SUMMER _Heat lightning flickers in one cloud, As in a flow'r a firefly; Some rain-drops, that the rose-bush bowed, Jar through the leaves ...
1I am a great AmericanI am almost nationalistic about it!I love America like a madness!But I am afraid to return ...
SCALY with poison, bright with flame,Great fungi steam beside the gate,Run tentacles through flagstone cracks,Or claw beyond, where meditateWet poplars ...
AND then I pressed the shellClose to my earAnd listened well,And straightway like a bellCame low and clear The slow, ...
Wind smothers the snarling of the great ships,And the serene gulls are stronger than turbines;Mile upon mile the hiss of ...
Grand CaymanThis tuft that thrives on saline nothingness,Inverted octopus with heavenward armsThrust parching from a palm-bole hard by the cove⎯A ...
Why art thou cast down, O my soul? Psalm 42Down from twilight into dark at noon,through darker, down until the ...
She sits upon her nest all day, Secure amid the toiling dinOf serpent belts that coil and play, And, moaning, ...
Night held me as I crawled and scrambled nearThe Turkish lines. Above, the mocking starsSilvered the curving parapet, and clearCloud-latticed ...
But why did I kill him? Why? Why? In the small, gilded room, near the stair? My ears rack and ...
I hardly remember your voice, but the pain of you floats in some remote current of my blood. I carry ...
I hardly remember your voice, but the pain of you floats in some remote current of my blood. I carry ...
Life is so full, of temptations, leading us, away from the Father, forgetting the love of the Son, the healing ...
We like a Hairbreadth 'scape It tingles in the Mind Far after Act or Accident Like paragraphs of Wind If ...
"Lord, being dark," I said, "I cannot bear The further touch of earth, the scented air; Lord, being dark, forewilled ...
Eternally the choking steam goes up From the black pools of seething oil. . . . How merry Those little ...
Tracks of rain and light linger in the spongy greens of a nature whose flickering mountain-bulging nearer, ebbing back into ...
Smith, great writer of stories, drank; found it immortalized his pen; Fused in his brain-pan, else a blank, heavens of ...
Troubled slumbering of things, the curtain blown aside by the gush of the salty wind, the advent of the tide ...
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