A Memory (Rupert Brooke Poem)
(From a sonnet-sequence) Somewhile before the dawn I rose, and stept Softly along the dim way to your room, And ...
(From a sonnet-sequence) Somewhile before the dawn I rose, and stept Softly along the dim way to your room, And ...
Voices out of the shade that cried, And long noon in the hot calm places, And children's play by the ...
In darkness the loud sea makes moan; And earth is shaken, and all evils creep About her ways. Oh, now ...
All in the town were still asleep, When the sun came up with a shout and a leap. In the ...
Below are eleven Buson haiku beginning with the phrase 'The short night--' The short night-- on the hairy caterpillar beads ...
I He wakes in darkness. All around are sounds of stones shifting, locks unlocking. As if some one had lifted ...
(France -- Ancient Regime.) I. Go away! Go away; I will not confess to you! His black biretta clings like ...
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, the mountain in back of the lake promised us ...
A RETURN TO THE COVER OF THIS BOOK Dear Trout Fishing in America: I met your friend Fritz in Washington ...
SANDBOX MINUS JOHN DILLINGER EQUALS WHAT? Often I return to the cover of Trout Fishing in America. I took the ...
WORSEWICK Worsewick Hot Springs was nothing fancy. Somebody put some boards across the creek. That was it. The boards dammed ...
I live in the Twentieth Century and you lie here beside me. You were unhappy when you fell asleep. There ...
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
THERE be none of Beauty's daughters With a magic like thee; And like music on the waters Is thy sweet ...
There be none of Beauty's daughters With a magic like Thee; And like music on the waters Is thy sweet ...
There be none of Beauty's daughters With a magic like thee; And like music on the waters Is thy sweet ...
Karshish, the picker-up of learning's crumbs, The not-incurious in God's handiwork (This man's-flesh he hath admirably made, Blown like a ...
Boot, saddle, to horse and away! Rescue my Castle, before the hot day Brightens to blue from its silvery gray, ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
I What's become of Waring Since he gave us all the slip, Chose land-travel or seafaring, Boots and chest, or ...
Boot, saddle, to horse, and away! Rescue my Castle, before the hot day Brightens the blue from its silvery grey, ...
I. Let's contend no more, Love, Strive nor weep: All be as before, Love, -Only sleep! II. What so wild ...
George was lying in his trailer, flat on his back, watching a small portable T.V. His dinner dishes were undone, ...
there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I'm too tough for him, I say, stay ...
He sleeps on the top of a mast. - Bunyan He sleeps on the top of a mast with his ...
From narrow provinces of fish and bread and tea, home of the long tides where the bay leaves the sea ...
You see that porcelain ranged there in the window- Platters and soup-plates done with pale pink rosebuds, And tiny violets, ...
Well,-it was two days after my husband died- Two days! And the earth still raw above him. And I was ...
I. Moonlight silvers the tops of trees, Moonlight whitens the lilac shadowed wall And through the evening fall, Clearly, as ...
Over the fence, the dead settle in for a journey. Nine o'clock. You are alone for the first time today. ...
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