A Real Conversation (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The pastor's message, his sermon a real conversation, about real life his eye surgery the thread of the sermon, the ...
The pastor's message, his sermon a real conversation, about real life his eye surgery the thread of the sermon, the ...
We got up a little later than normal, sleeping in on a cloudy Saturday A knock at the door, help ...
Boxes, and boxes, of beads little compartments, separated by color, by size, the charms in one, the tiger's eye another ...
Living, moving, dangling earrings, hanging from the earlobes, amber, subtle, delicate, so are the oak blooms on the old tree ...
The edge of the water's surface Cupped a bit of Mallard down this morning. Shed and forgotten by its owner ...
As bamboo chill drifts into the bedroom, Moonlight fills every corner of our Garden. Heavy dew beads and trickles. Stars ...
I let myself in at the kitchen door. "It's you," she said. "I can't get up. Forgive me Not answering ...
Thousand minstrels woke within me, "Our music's in the hills; "- Gayest pictures rose to win me, Leopard-colored rills. Up!-If ...
As I went down to Dymchurch Wall, I heard the South sing o'er the land I saw the yellow sunlight ...
A dear old couple my grandparents were, And kind to all dumb things; they saw in Heaven The lamb that ...
Her smile was shaped like other smiles -- The Dimples ran along -- And still it hurt you, as some ...
I like a look of Agony, Because I know it's true -- Men do not sham Convulsion, Nor simulate, a ...
A Bird came down the Walk -- He did not know I saw -- He bit an Angleworm in halves ...
PART I 'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock And the owls have awakened the crowing cock; Tu-whit!- ...
All the huskies are eaten. There is no space left in the diary, And the beads of quick words scatter ...
THIS last denial of my faith, Thou, solemn Priest, hast heard; And, though upon my bed of death, I call ...
The summer morn is bright and fresh, the birds are darting by, As if they loved to breast the breeze ...
Below are eleven Buson haiku beginning with the phrase 'The short night--' The short night-- on the hairy caterpillar beads ...
(France -- Ancient Regime.) I. Go away! Go away; I will not confess to you! His black biretta clings like ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
I 'Tis done -- but yesterday a King! And arm'd with Kings to strive -- And now thou art a ...
(PIANO DI SORRENTO.) Fortu, Frotu, my beloved one, Sit here by my side, On my knees put up both little ...
I pick up the skirt, I pick up the sparkling beads in black, this thing that moved once around flesh, ...
Earliest morning, switching all the tracks that cross the sky from cinder star to star, coupling the ends of streets ...
I. I wanted the macabre plant holder hanging in Janet and Chrissy's apartment. My friend said her cousin tried to ...
I The girl in the room beneath Before going to bed Strums on a mandolin The three simple tunes she ...
1 Faster, faster, 2 O Circe, Goddess, 3 Let the wild, thronging train 4 The bright procession 5 Of eddying ...
The Youth Faster, faster, O Circe, Goddess, Let the wild, thronging train The bright procession Of eddying forms, Sweep through ...
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