Arthur Ziegelboim (Rachel Korn Poems)
When was your immortal deed set and sealed?Or, could it have been a childish dreamThat came as a sinister messageInto ...
When was your immortal deed set and sealed?Or, could it have been a childish dreamThat came as a sinister messageInto ...
There has been wrong done since the world began.That young men should go out and die in war,And lie face ...
My mother looks at me with bloodiedeyes, out of a cloud;Daughter, bind up my wounds.Her gray head is bowed.Amid the ...
That day, in the slipping of torsos and straining flankson the bloodied ooze of fields plowed by the iron,And the ...
Who rules these lands? the Pilgrim said."Stranger, Queen Blanchelys.""And who has thus harried them?" he said."It was Duke Luke did ...
Athwart the sod which is treading for God * the poet paced with hissplendid eyes;Paradise-verdure he stately passes * to ...
I The coltish horseplay of the locker room, Moist with the steam of the tiled shower stalls, With shameless blends ...
The rivers broaden to the seaIn power and wealth and pride,And stately ships from all the worldDo berth on every ...
At evening the autumn woodlands ringWith deadly weapons. Over the golden plainsAnd lakes of blue, the sunMore darkly rolls. The ...
Each hour until we meet is as a birdThat wings from far his gradual way alongThe rustling covert of my ...
Spring wafts up the smell of bus exhaust, of bread and fried potatoes, tips green on the branches, repeats old ...
His way, the path he chose his blood on the lintels passing through bloodied but unbowed walking, humble to the ...
He proved the point one further time a humble king, just and holy hanging on the wooden cross body bloodied ...
Why can't I keep out of harm's way? Am I so preoccupied, simultaneously looking ahead, concurrently looking behind; concerned to ...
The events of September 11th 2001 remain bitter sweet; as well as 2973 innocents confirmed dead (with their 19 terrorist ...
Resurgent greens and stronger hues combined within the colours in-between will spring again, the reddish brown has nearly gone and ...
At four o'clock in the gun-metal blue dark we hear the first crow of the first cock just below the ...
It seemed the kind of life we wanted. Wild strawberries and cream in the morning. Sunlight in every room. The ...
A prisoner speaks: Majority of twenty-three, I face the Judge with joy and glee; For am I not a lucky ...
Little poppies, little hell flames, Do you do no harm? You flicker. I cannot touch you. I put my hands ...
Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may ...
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