Notes On Vision (James Douglas Morrison Poems)
Look where we worship. We all live in the city.The city forms- often physically, but inevitablypsychically- a circle. A Game. ...
Look where we worship. We all live in the city.The city forms- often physically, but inevitablypsychically- a circle. A Game. ...
For my people everywhere singing their slave songsrepeatedly: their dirges and their ditties and their bluesand jubilees, praying their prayers ...
Leafless are the trees; their purple branchesSpread themselves abroad, like reefs of coral, Rising silentIn the Red Sea of the winter ...
On a very round plate of real porcelainan apple posesface to face with ita painter of realityvainly tries to paintthe ...
"How many times and oft" has the sweet, sweet word been sung insong and told in story. And he sang ...
At quite uncertain times and places, The atoms left their heavenly path, And by fortuitous embraces, Engendered all that being hath. And though they ...
IN the worn and dusty annalsOf our old and quiet town,With its streets of leafy beauty.And its houses quaint and ...
Within a vale in distant Saxony, In time uncertain, though 'twas long ago.There dwelt a woman, most unhappily, From borrowed ...
Betty Yack, of Mittyack, charming was and young;But Betty Yack of Mittyack, had a bitter tongue.And she married her one ...
HEAVY with cares no winnowing hand could sift,Wrapt in a sadness never to be told,As o'er the fields and through ...
Even if you cannot shape your life as you want it, at least try this as much as you can; ...
A green and silent spot, amid the hills, A small and silent dell ! O'er stiller place No singing sky-lark ...
1 NOW list to my morning's romanza-I tell the signs of the Answerer; To the cities and farms I sing, ...
1 AFTER all, not to create only, or found only, But to bring, perhaps from afar, what is already founded, ...
The directions to the lunatic asylum were confusing, more likely they were the random associations and confused ramblings of a ...
The directions to the lunatic asylum were confusing, more likely they were the random associations and confused ramblings of a ...
The tulips are too excitable, it is winter here. Look how white everything is, how quiet, how snowed-in I am ...
The Ghost of Miltiades came at night, And he stood by the bed of the Benthamite, And he said, in ...
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