Mallee in October (Flexmore Hudson Poems)
When clear October suns unfoldmallee tips of red and goldchildren on their way to schooldiscover tadpoles in a pool,iceplants sheathed ...
When clear October suns unfoldmallee tips of red and goldchildren on their way to schooldiscover tadpoles in a pool,iceplants sheathed ...
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some ...
ALL is over! fleet career, Dash of greyhound slipping thongs, Flight of falcon, bound of deer, Mad hoof-thunder in our ...
Living, moving, dangling earrings, hanging from the earlobes, amber, subtle, delicate, so are the oak blooms on the old tree ...
A photo, a memory, flashed on my computer screen screen saver of a loop of honeymoon pictures an exotic place ...
It was long I lay Awake that night Wishing that night Would name the hour And tell me whether To ...
The priest never used blueprints, but worked all the many designs out of his head. Father Wilerus, transplanted Alsatian, built ...
I suppose you could call me heartless as a dull anvil clanking in a sodden barn, the damp wood too ...
It is full winter now: the trees are bare, Save where the cattle huddle from the cold Beneath the pine, ...
My books I'd fain cast off, I cannot read, 'Twixt every page my thoughts go stray at large Down in ...
By night we linger'd on the lawn, For underfoot the herb was dry; And genial warmth; and o'er the sky ...
My son aged three fell in the nettle bed. 'Bed' seemed a curious name for those green spears, That regiment ...
My spirit only lived to look on Beauty's face, As only when they clasp the arms seem served aright; As ...
Come out, O Little Moccasins, and frolic on the snow! Come out, O tiny beaded feet, and twinkle in the ...
The houses are haunted By white night-gowns. None are green, Or purple with green rings, Or green with yellow rings, ...
FROM off a hill whose concave womb reworded A plaintful story from a sistering vale, My spirits to attend this ...
In my aunt's house, the milk jug's beaded crochet cover tickles the ear. We've eaten boiled things with butter. Pie ...
I The dawn laughs out on orient hills And dances with the diamond rills; The ambrosial wind but faintly stirs ...
Between the rice swamps and the fields of tea I met a sacred elephant, snow-white. Upon his back a huge ...
There are places where the eye can starve, But not here. Here, for example, is The Piazza Navona, & here ...
Last night at black midnight I woke with a cry, The windows were shaking, there was thunder on high, The ...
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