The Woods (Hattie Howard Poems)
I love the woods when the magic hand Of Spring, as if sweeping the keys Of a wornout instrument, touches the earth; When ...
I love the woods when the magic hand Of Spring, as if sweeping the keys Of a wornout instrument, touches the earth; When ...
ITHE lady in front of me in the car,With little red coils close over her ears,Is talking with her friend;And ...
When summer's languor drugs my veinsAnd fills with sleep the droning times,Like sluggish dreams among my brains,There runs the drollest ...
You voluble,VelvetyVehement fellowsThat play on yourFlying andMusical cellos,All goldenlyGirdled youSenerade clover,Each artist inBass but aBibulous rover!You passionate,PowderyPastoral bandits,Who gave you ...
(AFTER EDGAR ALLAN POE)The skies they were ashen and sober, The streets they were dirty and drear;It was night in ...
In Mike Maloney's Nugget bar the hooch was flowin' free, An' One-eyed Mike was shakin' dice wi' Montreal Maree, An ...
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