Rungate Rungate (Robert Hayden Poems)
Runs falls rises stumbles on from darkness into darknessand the darkness thicketed with shapes of terrorand the hunters pursuing and ...
Runs falls rises stumbles on from darkness into darknessand the darkness thicketed with shapes of terrorand the hunters pursuing and ...
IHe walked under the shadow of the HillWhere men are fed into the firesAnd walled apart…Unarmed and alone,He summoned his ...
(The Song of NEHEMIAH'S WorkmenHow many miles to Babylon?'Three score and ten.Can I get there by candle-light?Yes, and back again.We ...
From Alton Bay to Sandwich Dome,From Mad to Saco river,For patriarchs of the primal woodWe sought with vain endeavor.And then ...
HALLO there! A glass!Ha! the draught's truly sweet!If for drink go my shoes,I shall still have my feet.A maiden and ...
I ONCE was fond of fools,And bid them come each day;Then each one brought his toolsThe carpenter to play;The roof ...
The country lies flat, expressionless as the face of a stranger.Not one hillock shelters a buried bone. The city:a scene ...
No door has my house,No house has my door;And in and out everI carry my store.No grate has my kitchen,No ...
In the garden yonder of yews and death,There sojournethA man who toils, and has toiled for aye.Digging the dried-up ground ...
At gauzy dusk, thin haze like cigarette smoke ribbons past Chrysler Building's silver fins tapering delicately needletopped, Empire State's taller ...
In Rome on the Campo di FioriBaskets of olives and lemons,Cobbles spattered with wineAnd the wreckage of flowers.Vendors cover the ...
Oh, very gloomy is the house of woe, Where tears are falling while the bell is knelling, With all the ...
Runs falls rises stumbles on from darkness into darkness and the darkness thicketed with shapes of terror and the hunters ...
No door has my house, No house has my door; And in and out ever I carry my store. No ...
I ONCE was fond of fools, And bid them come each day; Then each one brought his tools The carpenter ...
I. Ancestral Houses Surely among a rich man's flowering lawns, Amid the rustle of his planted hills, Life overflows without ...
Men with picked voices chant the names of cities in a huge gallery: promises that pull through descending stairways to ...
1 BEAT! beat! drums!-Blow! bugles! blow! Through the windows-through doors-burst like a ruthless force, Into the solemn church, and scatter ...
IT'S going to come out all right-do you know? The sun, the birds, the grass-they know. They get along-and we'll ...
In Rome on the Campo di Fiori Baskets of olives and lemons, Cobbles spattered with wine And the wreckage of ...
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