“As the crag eagle to the zenith’s height” (Max Eastman Poems)
As the crag eagle to the zenith's heightWings his pursuit in his exalted hour,Of her the tempest-reared, whose airy powerOf ...
As the crag eagle to the zenith's heightWings his pursuit in his exalted hour,Of her the tempest-reared, whose airy powerOf ...
The Inammoration.ARGUMENT. O, DEUS, aut nullo caleat mihi Pectus ab Igne! Aut solo caleat Pectus ab Igne Tui! Languet ut ...
When late Protectorship was Canon-Proof,And _Cap-a-pe_ had seiz'd on _Whitehall_-Roof,And next, on _Israelites_ durst look so big,That _Tory-like_, it lov'd ...
September: 1643Sweet air and fresh; glades yet unsear'd by handOf Midas-finger'd Autumn, massy-green;Bird-haunted nooks between,Where feathery ferns, a fairy palmglove, ...
Far reaching down's a solid sea sunk everlastingly to rest, And yet whose billows seem to be for ever heaving ...
(OPENING OF THE PACIFIC RAILROAD)What was it the Engines said,Pilots touching,--head to headFacing on the single track,Half a world behind ...
In those days the oatfields' fenced-in vats of running platinum, the yellower alloy of wheat and barley, whose end, however ...
Like some school master, kind in being stern,Who hears the children crying o'er their slatesAnd calling, "Help me master!" yet ...
Not to be conquered by these headlong days, But to stand free: to keep the mind at ...
445'Twas just this time, last year, I died.I know I heard the Corn,When I was carried by the Farms -It ...
when serpents bargain for the right to squirmand the sun strikes to gain a living wage -when thorns regard their ...
Shall I move the flowers again? Shall I put them further to the left into the light? Win that fix ...
Driving home, October noontime a hawk to my left, above the tree line, catching the thermals off the highway It ...
You taught me Waiting with Myself -- Appointment strictly kept -- You taught me fortitude of Fate -- This -- ...
'Twas just this time, last year, I died. I know I heard the Corn, When I was carried by the ...
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
'NO VISITORS' I thumb the roller to and leans against the door. Comfortable in my horseblanket I prop on the ...
I know a village in a far-off land Where from a sunny, mountain-girdled plain With tinted walls a space on ...
High, on the Solitude of Alpine Hills, O'er-topping the grand imag'ry of Nature, Where one eternal winter seem'd to reign; ...
'Twas on a Mountain, near the Western Main An ALIEN dwelt. A solitary Hut Built on a jutting crag, o'erhung ...
I am a miner. The light burns blue. Waxy stalactites Drip and thicken, tears The earthen womb Exudes from its ...
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