One Day And Another: A Lyrical Eclogue – Part III (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
LATE SUMMER _Heat lightning flickers in one cloud, As in a flow'r a firefly; Some rain-drops, that the rose-bush bowed, Jar through the leaves ...
LATE SUMMER _Heat lightning flickers in one cloud, As in a flow'r a firefly; Some rain-drops, that the rose-bush bowed, Jar through the leaves ...
LATE SPRING _The mottled moth at eventide Beats glimmering wings against the pane; The slow, sweet lily opens wide, White in the dusk like ...
Monday The world is a ball of water. See, it is round-sided. I move across its topside, upon the world, not in it. The boat ...
Upon a Sabbath-day it fell;Twice holy was the Sabbath-bellThat call'd the folk to evening prayer;The city streets were clean and ...
THE sun is up, Great God, the sun is up,High o'er the eastern hill among white cloudsInsufferable! I thank Thee ...
We have sent him seeds of the melon's core,And nailed a warning upon his door:By the Ku Klux laws we ...
Sequins, their shadings, spark Atlantis lostwhere morning bloom falters. Out and awayto make carnival on a murderous coastgulls crisscross distance. ...
Leckhampton chimney has fallen downThe birds of Crickley have cried it, it is known in the town,The cliffs have changed, ...
This sea is covered with adolescentslearning to walk on waves, upright,sometimes resting their arms on the currents,sometimes gripping a stiff ...
TRADES and Professions--these are themes the Muse,Left to her freedom, would forbear to choose;But to our Borough they in truth ...
AN acorn fell from an old oak tree,And lay on the frosty ground"O, what shall the fate of the acorn ...
Just see what's happening Worley! Worley roseAnd round the angled doorway thrust his noseAnd serjeant Hyde went too to snuff ...
Just see what's happening, Worley.-Worley roseAnd round the angled doorway thrust his nose,And Sergeant Hoad went too. to snuff the ...
A music-stand of crimson lacquer, long since brought In some fast clipper-ship from China, quaintly wrought With bossed and carven ...
Like the train's beat Swift language flutters the lips Of the Polish airgirl in the corner seat, The swinging and ...
My father worked with a horse-plough, His shoulders globed like a full sail strung Between the shafts and the furrow. ...
Experience is the Angled Road Preferred against the Mind By -- Paradox -- the Mind itself -- Presuming it to ...
The early sun is so pale and shadowy, I could be looking up at a ghost in the shape of ...
All that I know Of a certain star, Is, it can throw (Like the angled spar) Now a dart of ...
Morn in the wake of the morning star Came furrowing all the orient into gold. We rose, and each by ...
Water, moonlight, danger, dream. Bronze urn, angled on a tree root: one Slash of light, then gone. A red moon ...
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