The Latest Martyr (Mexico 1926) (Alice Guerin Crist Poems)
The morn is sweet and radiant with blue sky over all,There's a flame of Oleanders over the adobe wall,And the ...
The morn is sweet and radiant with blue sky over all,There's a flame of Oleanders over the adobe wall,And the ...
Build your houses, build your houses, build your towns,Fell the woodland, to a gutter turn the brook,Pave the meadows, pave ...
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 ...
There they are drooping over the breakfast plates, angel-like, folding in their sad wing, animal sad, and only the night ...
Have you felt the joy that is almost fearAs you face the ditch and are two lengths clear,And you hear ...
Below the thunders of the upper deep,Far far beneath in the abysmal sea,His ancient, dreamless, uninvaded sleepThe Kraken sleepeth: faintest ...
If the water were clear enough, if the water were still, but the water is not clear, the water is ...
CHORUS: O suitably-attired-in-leather-boots Head of a traveller, wherefore seeking whom Whence by what way how purposed art thou come To ...
Felix Randal the farrier, O he is dead then? my duty all ended, Who have watched his mould of man, ...
I To-night, a first movement, a pulse, As if the rain in bogland gathered head To slip and flood: a ...
My Soul. I summon to the winding ancient stair; Set all your mind upon the steep ascent, Upon the broken, ...
1 WEAPON, shapely, naked, wan! Head from the mother's bowels drawn! Wooded flesh and metal bone! limb only one, and ...
There they are drooping over the breakfast plates, angel-like, folding in their sad wing, animal sad, and only the night ...
The Raven croak'd as she sate at her meal, And the Old Woman knew what he said, And she grew ...
I I AM the undertow Washing tides of power Battering the pillars Under your things of high law. II I ...
Day after day up there beating my wings with all the softness truth requires I feel them shrug whenever I ...
Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea, But sad mortality o'er-sways their power, How with this rage shall ...
IN the morning, a Sunday morning, shadows of sea and adumbrants of rock in her eyes . horseback in leather ...
It's 12:34 And I hear them Battering me with a foul message The maddening interpretations The two dots taunting Walk ...
High on a throne of royal state, which far Outshone the wealth or Ormus and of Ind, Or where the ...
Rain filled the streets once a year, rising almost to door and window sills, battering walls and roofs until it ...
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