Brothers All (Edgar Albert Guest Poems)
Under the toiler's grimy shirt,Under the sweat and the grease and dirt,Under the rough outside you view,Is a man who ...
Under the toiler's grimy shirt,Under the sweat and the grease and dirt,Under the rough outside you view,Is a man who ...
The crabs are lunching;An hour I've watched, and still they eat,Pincering microcosms from the scaly rocks,Time to split-second mouth shutteringsLink ...
TELL me what boots to battle, when the end Is foreseen failure? What, by heaven, I ask- By ...
I.Black men holding up the earth,Atlas burdened they descendDeep into the vale of Hell;And with valor long defendFairer brothers from ...
Happy the man that, when his day is done, Lies down to sleep with nothing of regret--The battle he has ...
Yon strange blue city crowns a scarped steepNo mortal foot hath bloodlessly essayed:Dreams and illusions beacon from its keep.But at ...
IN that so temperate Soil Arcadia nam'd, For fertile Pasturage by Poets fam'd; Stands a steep Hill, whose lofty jetting ...
"Below the Mill Dam" --Traffics and Discoveries Thrones, Powers, Dominions, Peoples, Kings, Are changing 'neath our hand. Our fathers also ...
Shadow puppets on the wall. Dark carbon copies of what a furnished room bares. Into a black covered mirror, my ...
(i) how new the world is trying to find nerve in an old rind (ii) the bread is crumbled for ...
The Ekka institution bares us all, though call it Exhibition, Royal Queensland Show, it's that time of year when you ...
III Our sons have gone to serve the Reds to serve the Reds to risk their heads! O bitter,bitter pain, ...
...and when "the future" is uttered, swarms of mice rush out of the Russian language and gnaw a piece of ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
My hero bares his nerves along my wrist That rules from wrist to shoulder, Unpacks the head that, like a ...
Great is the sun, and wide he goes Through empty heaven with repose; And in the blue and glowing days ...
Each strips his own skin Each bares his own constellation Which has never seen the night Each fills his skin ...
Nobody rests This one constantly shifts his eyes Hangs them on his head And whether he wants it or not ...
To-day the woods are trembling through and through With shimmering forms, that flash before my view, Then melt in green ...
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