Clemente’s Images (Robert Creeley Poems)
1) Sleeping birds, lead me, soft birds, be me inside this black room, back of the white moon. In the ...
1) Sleeping birds, lead me, soft birds, be me inside this black room, back of the white moon. In the ...
Verse, a Breeze 'mid blossoms straying, Where HOPE clung feeding, like a bee-- Both were mine ! Life went a-maying ...
I have a horse - a ryghte good horse - Ne doe Y envye those Who scoure ye playne yn ...
How sweet to be thus nestling deep in boughs, Upon an ashen stoven pillowing me; Faintly are heard the ploughmen ...
What is song's eternity? Come and see. Can it noise and bustle be? Come and see. Praises sung or praises ...
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
Summer pleasures they are gone like to visions every one And the cloudy days of autumn and of winter cometh ...
Come we to the summer, to the summer we will come, For the woods are full of bluebells and the ...
SO shuts the marigold her leaves At the departure of the sun; So from the honeysuckle sheaves The bee goes ...
Passer-by, these are words. But instead of reading I want you to listen: to this frail Voice like that of ...
Cupid on a summer day, Wearied by unceasing play, In a rose heart sleeping lay, While, to guard the tricksy ...
WE take from life one little share, And say that this shall be A space, redeemed from toil and care, ...
THE linnet in the rocky dells, The moor-lark in the air, The bee among the heather bells That hide my ...
The linnet in the rocky dells, The moor - lark in the air, The bee among the heather - bells ...
Beneath the forest's skirts I rest, Whose branching pines rise dark and high, And hear the breezes of the West ...
The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and ...
Is this a time to be cloudy and sad, When our mother Nature laughs around; When even the deep blue ...
Yet one smile more, departing, distant sun! One mellow smile through the soft vapoury air, Ere, o'er the frozen earth, ...
It is a sultry day; the sun has drank The dew that lay upon the morning grass, There is no ...
I gazed upon the glorious sky And the green mountains round, And thought that when I came to lie At ...
Sir, since the last Elizabethan died, Or, rather, that more Paradisal muse, Blind with much light, passed to the light ...
In silent night when rest I took, For sorrow near I did not look, I waken'd was with thund'ring noise ...
SEA, SEA RIDER The man who owned the bookstore was not magic. He was not a three-legged crow on the ...
A bee staggers out of the peony. (Matsuo Basho)
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
THUS the Mayne glideth Where my Love abideth; Sleep 's no softer: it proceeds On through lawns, on through meads, ...
I. Stand still, true poet that you are! I know you; let me try and draw you. Some night you'll ...
All the breath and the bloom of the year in the bag of one bee: All the wonder and wealth ...
"Thou thoughtest that I was altogether such a one as thyself." (David, Psalms 50.21) ['Will sprawl, now that the heat ...
I. I dream of a red-rose tree. And which of its roses three Is the dearest rose to me? II. ...
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