As I Came Down From Lebanon (Clinton Scollard Poems)
As I came down from Lebanon, Came winding, wandering slowly down Through mountain passes bleak and brown, The cloudless day ...
As I came down from Lebanon, Came winding, wandering slowly down Through mountain passes bleak and brown, The cloudless day ...
At the small zocalo,sipping beer and bored:sunlight was a fading scribblein the West, the heat was ascendinglike a saint, the ...
THE town is very gay to-day,And down our busy streetFlags wave, and all the balconiesAre filled, our men to greet.One ...
Within the gold square of the proscenium arch, A curtain of orange velvet hangs in stiff folds, Its tassels jarring ...
That note you hold, narrowing and rising, shakes Like New Orleans reflected on the water, And in all ears appropriate ...
Green, how I want you green. Green wind. Green branches. The ship out on the sea and the horse on ...
"Build me straight, O worthy Master! Stanch and strong, a goodly vessel, That shall laugh at all disaster, And with ...
Love built a stately house, where Fortune came, And spinning fancies, she was heard to say That her fine cobwebs ...
Dipping our bread in oil tins we talked of morning peeling open our rooms to a moment of almonds, olives ...
In memory of Father Flye, 1884-1985 The strange and wonderful are too much with us. The protea of the antipodes-a ...
As evening falls, The walls grow luminous and warm, the walls Tremble and glow with the lives within them moving, ...
This is the house. On one side there is darkness, On one side there is light. Into the darkness you ...
THE LANDS OF MY CHILDHOOD 1 I am leaving the holy city of Leeds For the last time for the ...
Who's she, that one in your arms? She's the one I carried my bones to and built a house that ...
I know a village in a far-off land Where from a sunny, mountain-girdled plain With tinted walls a space on ...
Tiny green birds skate over the surface of the room. A naked girl prepares a basin with steaming water, And ...
Color of lemon, mango, peach, These storybook villas Still dream behind Shutters, thier balconies Fine as hand- Made lace, or ...
(1) This is the sea, then, this great abeyance. How the sun's poultice draws on my inflammation. Electrifyingly-colored sherbets, scooped ...
SEE how the speckled sky burns like a pigeon's throat, Jewelled with embers of opal and peridote. See the white ...
I pause midway in the in the whirl, Of deadlines, things undone, And average the sadness and joys - There ...
I would I had thrust my hands of flesh Into the disk-flowers bee-infested, Into the mirror-like core of fire Of ...
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