White Symphony (John Gould Fletcher Poems)
IFORLORN and white,Whorls of purity about a golden chalice,Immense the peoniesFlare and shatter their petals over my face.They slowly turn ...
IFORLORN and white,Whorls of purity about a golden chalice,Immense the peoniesFlare and shatter their petals over my face.They slowly turn ...
I mind the river from Mount Frome To Ballanshantie's Bridge,The Mudgee Hills, and Buckaroo, Lowe's Peak, and Granite Ridge.The "tailers" in the ...
A startled stag, the blue-grey Night, Leaps down beyond black pines. Behind—a length of yellow light— The hunter's arrow shines: His moccasins are stained ...
She's milking in the rain and dark, As did her mother in the past.The wretched shed of poles and bark, Rent by ...
Their breath is warm and sweet. It holds the smellOf wind-brown grass and little fragrant flowers:Their supple knees have brushed ...
The tremulous morning is breaking Against the white waste of the sky,And hundreds of birds are awaking In tamarisk bushes hard by.I, ...
All silver-laced with web and crystal-studded,Hangs a golden lily cup,As airy as a dancing sprite.The moon hath caught a fleeting ...
Earth swallows herself And, knocking her head against the sky, Patches the gaps in her memory With humankind and grass. ...
Pigeons shake their wings on the copper church roof out my window across the street, a bird perched on the ...
I The other night I had a dream, most clear And comforting, complete In every line, a crystal sphere, And ...
I'm glad I am alive, to see and feel The full deliciousness of this bright day, That's like a heart ...
Hot August noon: already on that day Since sunrise through the Wiltshire downs, most sad Of mouth and eye, he ...
When you went, how was it you carried with you My missal book of fine, flamboyant hours? My book of ...
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