Prarie Storm Rune (John Gneisenau Neihardt Poems)
ITHE wild bee sips at the heat-drugged lipsOf the passionless lily a-nod;The sunflowers stare through the hush at the glareOf ...
ITHE wild bee sips at the heat-drugged lipsOf the passionless lily a-nod;The sunflowers stare through the hush at the glareOf ...
(REFECTORY, MISSION SAN GABRIEL, 1869)Good!--said the Padre,--believe me still,"Don Giovanni," or what you will,The type's eternal! We knew him hereAs ...
The East Wind is a Bedouin, And Nimbus is his steed; Out of the dusk with ...
HERE is my hand to you, brother,You of the ruck who have failedI, too, am only anotherFighter who faltered and ...
O leave the labouring roadways of the town,The shifting faces and the changeful hueOf markets, and broad echoing streets that ...
Last night beneath the mockery of the moon I heard the sudden startled whisperings Of wakened birds settling their restless ...
I had a dream, a dream of dread: I thought that horror held the house; A burglar bent above my ...
"So pulse, and pulse, thou rhythmic-hearted Noon That liest, large-limbed, curved along the hills, In languid palpitation, half a-swoon With ...
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