A Pastoral (Mary Ann H T Bigelow Poems)
Oh! tell me ye shepherds, tell me I pray,Have you seen the fair Jessie pass by this way?You ne'er could ...
Oh! tell me ye shepherds, tell me I pray,Have you seen the fair Jessie pass by this way?You ne'er could ...
I go back to the scene where the two men embrace& grapple a handgun at stomach level between them.They jerk ...
THE smell of birds' nests faintly burningIs autumn. In the autumn I cameWhere spring had used me better,To the clear ...
to LaikaSo first the faithful dog will goand after it a pig or assthrough the black grass will beat a ...
Give me my friend, a necklace of beads-My bare throatLongs for smooth, yellow amber,The tears of an old primeval forest.Their ...
IRed SlippersRed slippers in a shop-window, and outside in the street, flaws of grey,windy sleet!Behind the polished glass, the slippers ...
HERE ain't a lavender ditty, Sung by a sweet-scented cove; Here ain't no wine-inspired, witty Story of Honour and Love. ...
The forest ended. Glad I wasTo feel the light, and hear the humOf bees, and smell the drying grassAnd the ...
IThe blinding July sun at ten o'clockGlares on the white walls of the little church,-The shingles silver-gray, the shutters green,Sunflowers ...
'Tis years, soubrette, since last we met; And yet—ah, yet, how swift and tenderMy thoughts go back in time's dull ...
Dogs take new friends abruptly and by smell,Cats' meetings are neat, tactual, caressive.Monkeys exchange their fleas before they speak.Snakes, no ...
It was the incongruity the foreign color, out of place sand camouflage on the Humvee merging with me, on the ...
'Tis years, soubrette, since last we met; And yet--ah, yet, how swift and tender My thoughts go back in time's ...
ONCE more permit me, nuns, and this the last; I can't resist, whatever may have passed, But must relate, what ...
I go back to the scene where the two men embrace & grapple a handgun at stomach level between them. ...
Dogs take new friends abruptly and by smell, Cats' meetings are neat, tactual, caressive. Monkeys exchange their fleas before they ...
Because there was no other place to flee to, I came back to the scene of the disordered senses, came ...
This is the key to it. This is the key to everything. Preciously. I am worse than the gamekeeper's children ...
She risked her all, they told me, bravely sinking The pinched economies of thirty years; And there the little shop ...
On my desk, a set of labels or a synopsis of leeks, blanched by the sun and trailing their roots ...
Good-by to you whom I shall see tomorrow, Next year and when I'm fifty; still good-by. This is the leave ...
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