First Contact (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Oh how well I remember the butterflies, the excitement driving to your house, to spend some time with you get ...
Oh how well I remember the butterflies, the excitement driving to your house, to spend some time with you get ...
I LATELY vowed to leave the nuns alone, So oft their freaks have in my page been shown. The subject ...
THE change of food enjoyment is to man; In this, t'include the woman is my plan. I cannot guess why ...
DIVERTING in extreme there is a play, Which oft resumes its fascinating sway; Delights the sex, or ugly, fair, or ...
NO master sage, nor orator I know, Who can success, like gentle Cupid show; His ways and arguments are pleasing ...
YOUR name with ev'ry pleasure here I place, The last effusions of my muse to grace. O charming Phillis! may ...
Who does not wish, ever to judge aright, And, in the Course of Life's Affairs, To have a quick, and ...
A WIT, transported with Inditing, Unpay'd, unprais'd, yet ever Writing; Who, for all Fights and Fav'rite Friends, Had Poems at ...
Here at the world's end the cold winds are beginning to blow. What messages have you for me, my master? ...
I met a lady from the South who said (You won't believe she said it, but she said it): "None ...
I'll tell you the story of Balbus, You know, him as builded a wall; I'll tell you the reason he ...
Thousand minstrels woke within me, "Our music's in the hills; "- Gayest pictures rose to win me, Leopard-colored rills. Up!-If ...
Long I followed happy guides,- I could never reach their sides. Their step is forth, and, ere the day, Breaks ...
The Sphynx is drowsy, Her wings are furled, Her ear is heavy, She broods on the world.? "Who'll tell me ...
The Sphinx is drowsy, Her wings are furled: Her ear is heavy, She broods on the world. "Who'll tell me ...
Give all to love; Obey thy heart; Friends, kindred, days, Estate, good fame, Plans, credit, and the muse; Nothing refuse. ...
(The Dry Salvages-presumably les trois sauvages-is a small group of rocks, with a beacon, off the N.E. coast of Cape ...
I In my beginning is my end. In succession Houses rise and fall, crumble, are extended, Are removed, destroyed, restored, ...
I Midwinter spring is its own season Sempiternal though sodden towards sundown, Suspended in time, between pole and tropic. When ...
Here on the slopes of hills, facing the dusk and the cannon of time Close to the gardens of broken ...
Farewell, too little and too lately known, Whom I began to think and call my own; For sure our souls ...
I LEGEND Long ago Apollo called to Aristæus, youngest of the shepherds, Saying, "I will make you keeper of my ...
I Ah, who will tell me, in these leaden days, Why the sweet Spring delays, And where she hides, -- ...
Before the ice is in the pools -- Before the skaters go, Or any check at nightfall Is tarnished by ...
It's Wednesday, September 6th and a birthday, again, these things arrive tediously on time with wry regularity - and sadly, ...
Here at the spoke-ends of our galaxy it is easy to forget the central axle moving insensibly slow, still the ...
Nothing's certain. Crossing, on this longest day, the low-tide-uncovered isthmus, scrambling up the scree-slope of what at high tide will ...
Oh that those lips had language! Life has pass'd With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips ...
You know the brick path in the back of the house, the one you see from the kitchen window, the ...
I said goodbye to Beale Street one year, eyes hurting from the painful contrast of stark white on black - ...
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