New Year’s Chimes (Francis Thompson Poems)
What is the song the stars sing? (And a million songs are as song of one) This is the ...
What is the song the stars sing? (And a million songs are as song of one) This is the ...
Yes, he used to be a cow hoss that was young and strong and fleetNow he stands alone, forgotten, in ...
The carpenter is intent on the pressure of his hand on the awl and the trick of pinpointing his strengththrough ...
From pride and foolish confidence,From every waking creed,From the dread fear of fearing,Protect us, Lord, and lead. Great God, who, ...
When I would muse in boyhood The wild green woods among,And nurse resolves and fancies Because the world was young,It ...
I've pulled the last of the year's young onions. The garden is bare now. The ground is cold, brown and ...
I He would drink by himself And raise a weathered thumb Towards the high shelf, Calling another rum And blackcurrant, ...
Severer Service of myself I -- hastened to demand To fill the awful Vacuum Your life had left behind -- ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
For John Malcolm Brinnin and Bill Read: Duxbury It was cold and windy, scarcely the day to take a walk ...
1 WEAPON, shapely, naked, wan! Head from the mother's bowels drawn! Wooded flesh and metal bone! limb only one, and ...
What is the song the stars sing? (And a million songs are as song of one) This is the song ...
Desks are straining on all fours, flanks Heaving to hurl the hunched riders Down crack and cranny, buck Finger-snapping lids, ...
1 O TO make the most jubilant poem! Even to set off these, and merge with these, the carols of ...
1 STARTING from fish-shape Paumanok, where I was born, Well-begotten, and rais'd by a perfect mother; After roaming many lands-lover ...
I hired a carpenter to build my coffin and last night I lay in it, braced by a pillow, sniffing ...
In Pat Mahoney's booze bazaar the fun was fast and free, And Ragtime Billy spanked the baby grand; While caroling ...
A Poem for Three Voices Setting: A Maternity Ward and round about FIRST VOICE: I am slow as the world. ...
WHEN the Norn Mother saw the Whirlwind Hour Greatening and darkening as it hurried on, She left the Heaven of ...
Pitch here the tent, while the old horse grazes: By the old hedge-side we'll halt a stage. It's nigh my ...
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