Prevailing Winds (Lee Anderson2 Poems)
IThe bland many-eyed wallsof skyscrapers and the modestin-between brownstone housesshall not bruise the thrust of his rapier spiritrather the artist ...
IThe bland many-eyed wallsof skyscrapers and the modestin-between brownstone housesshall not bruise the thrust of his rapier spiritrather the artist ...
SACRED TO THE MEMORY OF HER LATE ROYAL HIGHNESSTHE PRINCESS DOWAGER OF WALES.AIR -- TRIO.ARISE, ye sons of worth, arise,And ...
MAN SPEAKER.FAST by that shore where Thames' translucent streamReflects new glories on his breast,Where, splendid as the youthful poet's dream,He ...
Within the sitting-room, the companyHad been increased in number. Two or threeYoung couples had been added: Emma King,Ella and Mary ...
AND can it be you've found a placeWithin this consecrated space,That makes so fine a show,For one of Rip Van ...
There were no romping children at Doctor Quibble's door;Long past the silver wedding, no toys lay on the floor,But to ...
Cabin Passenger:FRIEND, you seem thoughtful. I not wonder muchThat he who sails the ocean should be sad.I am myself reflective. ...
April doesnt hurt hereLike it does in New EnglandThe groundVast and brownSurrounds dry townsLocated in the dustOf the coming locustLive ...
RIPE for any adventure, sturdy, loyal and game,Quick to the call of the Mother, the young Canadians came.Eager to show ...
Atonement Day--evening pray'r--sadness profound.The soul-lights, so clear once, are dying around.The reader is spent, and he barely can speak;The people ...
I.Mastro Spaghi era il boia--della citta' d'Urbino.Contava cinquant'anni;--era smilzo e piccino;Era calvo; il suo cranio,--da lontano, parevaUna palla di vetro.--Sul ...
I.Chi conosce Mercallo?E' un povero paeseTra i monti che separano--il lago di VareseDal Verbano.Fa in tutto--un seicento abitanti,Quando i bachi ...
St. Regimund, e'er he became a saint,Was much imbued with vulgar earthly taint;E'er he renounced the honors of a KnightAnd ...
The choir we had in Pixley wasn't much for looks an' styles, But today if I could hear it I ...
Glassmakers, at century's end, compounded metallic lusters in reference to natural sheens (dragonfly and beetle wings, marbled light on kerosene) ...
I The roaring of Te Whaiau intake weir intrudes as sleep eludes again to soar across the lake on white-tipped, ...
Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita mi ritrovai per una selva oscura ch? la diritta via era smarrita . ...
We're talking different kinds of vulnerability here. These icicles aren't going to last for ever Suspended in the ultra violet ...
Humans are flown, or fall; humans can't fly. We're down with the gravity-stemmers, rare, thick-boned, often basso. Most animals above ...
Oblig'd by frequent visits of this man, Whom as Priest, Poet, and Musician, I for some branch of Melchizedeck took, ...
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