The Shell (Mary Webb Poems)
What has the sea swept up?A Viking oar, long mouldered in the peaceOf grey oblivion? Some dim-burning bowlOf unmixed gold, ...
What has the sea swept up?A Viking oar, long mouldered in the peaceOf grey oblivion? Some dim-burning bowlOf unmixed gold, ...
Five pointed sepals with a pearly sheenUphold the frail cup's curved transparency,White-veined below, and flushing tenderlyTowards the brim. A shadow ...
SILENT old gateway! whose two columns stand Like simple monuments on either hand; No trellised iron-work, with pleasant view Of ...
Pennsylvania, 1948-1949The garden of Nature opens. The grass at the threshold is green. And an almond tree begins to bloom. ...
_HARCOMBE NEAR LYME_September: 1878 Before me with one happy heave Of golden green the hillside curves, ...
Now hath the summer reached her golden close,And, lost amid her corn-fields, bright of soul,Scarcely perceives from her divine reposeHow ...
I attach no importance to lifeI pin not the least of life's butterflies to importanceI do not matter to lifeBut ...
First see those ample melons-brindled o'erWith mingled green and brown is all the rind;For they are ripe, and mealy at ...
Sweet ghost, why do you visit me as in other times our bodies visited each other? ...
Natural inclinationThe dove of our heartbeat spreads it aroundThe tears of rivers flow alwaysThey are tears of unconcealable happinessThey are ...
We have a small sculpture of Henry James on our terrace in New York City. Nothing would surprise him. The ...
That mirror Which makes of men a transparency, Who holds that mirror And bids us such a breast-bare spectacle see ...
Words not rituals casual, heart-felt words telling the real story of the greatest sacrifice in all of human history finding ...
Early morning Crisp Air Gray ridged bark Green lawn, leaf clutter underfoot Wisps of fog off the pond Green trees ...
... Finally, what is Reason ? You have often asked me ; and this is my answer :-- Whene'er the ...
The world is full of women who'd tell me I should be ashamed of myself if they had the chance. ...
I sat on a low stone wall Watching the blue blood of the azaleas Spatter on Haworth's cobbles. A seamless ...
Among the more irritating minor ideas Of Mr. Homburg during his visits home To Concord, at the edge of things, ...
I think that I shall never know Why I am thus, and I am so. Around me, other girls inspire ...
Between going and staying the day wavers, in love with its own transparency. The circular afternoon is now a bay ...
Onion, luminous flask, your beauty formed petal by petal, crystal scales expanded you and in the secrecy of the dark ...
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