Irony (David Herbert Lawrence Poem)
Always, sweetheart, Carry into your room the blossoming boughs of cherry, Almond and apple and pear diffuse with light, that ...
Always, sweetheart, Carry into your room the blossoming boughs of cherry, Almond and apple and pear diffuse with light, that ...
Hey! My daffodil-crowned, Slim and without sandals! As the sudden spurt of flame upon darkness So my eyeballs are startled ...
As I would free the white almond from the green husk So would I strip your trappings off, Beloved. And ...
Cross-ribboned shoes; a muslin gown, High-waisted, girdled with bright blue; A straw poke bonnet which hid the frown She pluckered ...
ENDYMION. A Poetic Romance. "THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN AN ANTIQUE SONG." INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON. Book ...
Somewhere thou awaitest, And I, with lips unkissed, Weep that thus to latest Thou puttest off our tryst! The golden ...
Part One - The Calling Let me sleep, for my soul is intoxicated with love and Let me rest, for ...
Dipping our bread in oil tins we talked of morning peeling open our rooms to a moment of almonds, olives ...
Many setups. At least as many falls. Winter is paralyzing the country, but not here. Here, the boys are impersonating ...
You read-what is it, then that you are reading? What music moves so silently in your mind? Your bright hand ...
The Dove walks with sticky feet Upon the green crowns of the almond tree, Its feathers smeared over with warmth ...
I am Ebenezer Bleezer, I run BLEEZER'S ICE CREAM STORE, there are flavors in my freezer you have never seen ...
For the Marriage in Cana of Galilee Dark-eyed, O woman of my dreams, Ivory sandalled, There is none like thee ...
'Twas in the year 1715, and on the 10th of November, Which the people of Scotland have cause to remember; ...
Outside the sky is light with stars; There's a hollow roaring from the sea. And, alas! for the little almond ...
If ever I saw blessing in the air I see it now in this still early day Where lemon-green the ...
Who set, between those rocks like cinder, to show the honey of dream, that golden broom, those blue rosemaries? Who ...
I wish it were spring in the world. Let it be spring! Come, bubbling, surging tide of sap! Come, rush ...
Here in February, the fine dark branches of the almond begin to sprout tiny clusters of leaves, sticky to the ...
The air lay soffly on the green fur of the almond, it was April and I said, I begin again ...
A Song in Chinese Tapestries "How, how," he said. "Friend Chang," I said, "San Francisco sleeps as the dead- Ended ...
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