A Lover’s Messengers (Arlo Bates Poems)
The earliest flowers of springTo thee, beloved, I bring:Anemone and graceful adder's-tongue,With golden cowslips, yellow as the sunAnd fresh as ...
The earliest flowers of springTo thee, beloved, I bring:Anemone and graceful adder's-tongue,With golden cowslips, yellow as the sunAnd fresh as ...
They are the ghosts of flowers, The blossoms of fairer hours, I see on the window-pane! They died in woodland ...
Thou hast come back to me!(Thou who didst die a year ago,And slept so many days beneath the snow)Thou hast ...
The Master of the Garden said;"Who, now the Earth seems cold and dead,Will by his fearless witnessingHold men's ...
Pure white clouds like pulled cotton partially transparent translucent, shining a living backdrop for the willows dancing Arms moving like ...
The creatures of the air are the creatures of creation Birds, bats, flying squirrel, flying fish, cardinals, crow, pelican, penguin, ...
Tide pools caught in the rocks fishbowls without bubblers waiting for the tide change Microcosm of the sea under glass ...
(The Dry Salvages-presumably les trois sauvages-is a small group of rocks, with a beacon, off the N.E. coast of Cape ...
Whose are the little beds, I asked Which in the valleys lie? Some shook their heads, and others smiled -- ...
Summer for thee, grant I may be When Summer days are flown! Thy music still, when Whipporwill And Oriole -- ...
Here the white-ray'd anemone is born, Wood-sorrel, and the varnish'd buttercup; And primrose in its purfled green swathed up, Pallid ...
It is full summer now, the heart of June; Not yet the sunburnt reapers are astir Upon the upland meadow ...
This English Thames is holier far than Rome, Those harebells like a sudden flush of sea Breaking across the woodland, ...
Within the circuit of this plodding life There enter moments of an azure hue, Untarnished fair as is the violet ...
The bows glided down, and the coast Blackened with birds took a last look At his thrashing hair and whale-blue ...
Primrose, anemone, bluebell, moss Grow in the Kingdom of the Cross And the ash-tree's purple bud Dresses the spear that ...
Viciousness in the kitchen! The potatoes hiss. It is all Hollywood, windowless, The fluorescent light wincing on and off like ...
You've asked me what the lobster is weaving there with his golden feet? I reply, the ocean knows this. You ...
Onion, luminous flask, your beauty formed petal by petal, crystal scales expanded you and in the secrecy of the dark ...
Aye, but she? Your other sister and my other soul Grave Silence, lovelier Than the three loveliest maidens, what of ...
On Bellosguardo, when the year was young, We wandered, seeking for the daffodil And dark anemone, whose purples fill The ...
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