A Number of Heart Beats (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
He numbers our days before we are born A question of how, of how the Creator could number our days ...
He numbers our days before we are born A question of how, of how the Creator could number our days ...
Electricity in the air Charged particles Sparks between us Clap of thunder Heavy rain Beats on the metal roof Blackout ...
Joe Ramshottom rented a bit of a farm From its owner, Squire Goslett his name; And the Gosletts came over ...
TWELVE o'clock. Along the reaches of the street Held in a lunar synthesis, Whispering lunar incantations Dissolve the floors of ...
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
After long drought, commotion in the sky; After dead silence, thunder. Then it comes, The rain. It slashes leaves, and ...
FOLKS ain't got no right to censuah othah folks about dey habits; Him dat giv' de squir'ls de bushtails made ...
I know what the caged bird feels, alas! When the sun is bright on the upland slopes; When the wind ...
The red berries wreak an awesome spell that some would dread; others, weak and soulless, must succumb, they treasure with ...
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
All through an empty place I go, And find her not in any room; The candles and the lamps I ...
I There was an ancient City, stricken down With a strange frenzy, and for many a day They paced from ...
When midnight comes a host of dogs and men Go out and track the badger to his den, And put ...
If you have nothing to say keep silent let Ezra Pound speak from the shadows the splendid old man from ...
Look at this storm, the idiot, pouring its heart out here, of all places, an industrial suburb on a Sunday, ...
LEANDER. No more of Memphis and her mighty kings, Or Alexandria, where the Ptolomies. Taught golden commerce to unfurl her ...
Twain? Oh, yes, I've heard Mark Twain Heard him down to Pleasant Plain; Funny? Yes, I guess so. Folks Seemed ...
'The mist is resting on the hill; The smoke is hanging in the air; The very clouds are standing still: ...
'O cast away your sorrow; -- A while, at least, be gay! If grief must come tomorrow, At least, be ...
Fair was the evening and brightly the sun Was shining on desert and grove, Sweet were the breezes and balmy ...
IF thou be in a lonely place, If one hour's calm be thine, As Evening bends her placid face O'er ...
THIS last denial of my faith, Thou, solemn Priest, hast heard; And, though upon my bed of death, I call ...
BUT two miles more, and then we rest ! Well, there is still an hour of day, And long the ...
If grief for grief can touch thee, If answering woe for woe, If any truth can melt thee Come to ...
The moon, a sweeping scimitar, dipped in the stormy straits, The dawn, a crimson cataract, burst through the eastern gates, ...
(A Virginia Legend.) The Planting of the Hemp. Captain Hawk scourged clean the seas (Black is the gap below the ...
There is darkness behind the light -- and the pale light drips Cold on vague shapes and figures, that, half-seen ...
I don't know what it is, but I distrust myself when I start to like a girl a lot. It ...
'Tis done---and shivering in the gale The bark unfurls her snowy sail; And whistling o'er the bending mast, Loud sings ...
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