Left at the Wall (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Pieces, shards broken fragments of your story their stories of their lives without you so many young men so many ...
Pieces, shards broken fragments of your story their stories of their lives without you so many young men so many ...
High in the trees After subterranean slumber Your song exalts Summer heat I found you By the path Underfoot Alone ...
Color mismatch Movement out of place A short, broke yew, late in the summer Dark green, Leather skin Shiny Broken ...
High in the trees After subterranean slumber Your song exalts Summer heat I found you By the path Underfoot Alone ...
Another school year and I'm out of place beyond graduation alien in my home, Where I lived for three years ...
Full many a sinful notion Conceived of foreign powers Has come across the ocean To harm this land of ours; ...
Would you hear a Wild tale of adventure Of a hero who tackled the sea, A super-man swimming the ocean, ...
I cannot be known Better than you know me Your eyes in which we sleep We together Have made for ...
'A cold coming we had of it, Just the worst time of the year For a journey, and such a ...
All human things are subject to decay, And, when Fate summons, monarchs must obey: This Flecknoe found, who, like Augustus, ...
Mother of all the high-strung poets and singers departed, Mother of all the grass that weaves over their graves the ...
Now I knew I lost her -- Not that she was gone -- But Remoteness travelled On her Face and ...
Frigid and sweet Her parting Face -- Frigid and fleet my Feet -- Alien and vain whatever Clime Acrid whatever ...
Even if you cannot shape your life as you want it, at least try this as much as you can; ...
Smile at us, pay us, pass us; but do not quite forget; For we are the people of England, that ...
In memory of Father Flye, 1884-1985 The strange and wonderful are too much with us. The protea of the antipodes-a ...
Come to my arms --- is it eve? is it morn? Is Apollo awake? Is Diana reborn? Are the streams ...
Come to my arms --- is it eve? is it morn? Is Apollo awake? Is Diana reborn? Are the streams ...
I THERE is one Mind, one omnipresent Mind, Omnific. His most holy name is Love. Truth of subliming import! with ...
The sole true Something--This ! In Limbo Den It frightens Ghosts as Ghosts here frighten men-- For skimming in the ...
Bhaskar Roy Barman He knew for sure he was going to succumb to the eminence grise of an alien thoudea ...
Long-vacant eyes now lodged in clear glass, a-swim with pale arms as delicate as angels' ... you are beyond all ...
And then the day came When I heard the extraordinary lines in Keats, The evocation of Ruth "when, sick for ...
The only thing I miss about Los Angeles is the Hollywood Freeway at midnight, windows down and radio blaring bearing ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
The river stretched. It flows, idly grieves, And washes both banks. In steppe, above light clay of cliffs Rinks mourn ...
A girl sang a song in the temple's chorus, About men, tired in alien lands, About the ships that left ...
A little while, a little while, The weary task is put away, And I can sing and I can smile, ...
It was a little budding rose, Round like a fairy globe, And shyly did its leaves unclose Hid in their ...
Free of memory and of hope, limitless, abstract, almost future, the dead man is not a dead man: he is ...
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