Mermaid, Dragon, Fiend (Robert Graves Poem)
In my childhood rumors ran Of a world beyond our door- Terrors to the life of man That the highroad ...
In my childhood rumors ran Of a world beyond our door- Terrors to the life of man That the highroad ...
Lovingly, working the imperfections the bubbles, the things that don't belong refining, moldings, changing starting anew, the potter at the ...
Staring at the glass the panes in the frame bubbles and waves thinning viscous skin of irregular glass beautiful in ...
A watched pot, beginning to boil growing bubbles in the dimples the Teflon surface called to the ball, to dance, ...
Each of us, mom and dad, seem to have slightly longer arms, right arms now, after the pulling, the tugging, ...
at the wonder of creation of the fingers of her hand of the laugh in her smile bubbles in the ...
We gathered, in a circle in the Parlor of the church gathering to study your word, the message in the ...
Huge droplets explode in the puddles small lakes in the uneven surface craters in the alley, rivulets connecting them giant ...
Little thinks, in the field, yon red-cloaked clown, Of thee, from the hill-top looking down; And the heifer, that lows ...
This is not the way I am. Really, I am much taller in person, the hairline I conceal reaches back ...
In pious times, ere priest-craft did begin, Before polygamy was made a sin; When man, on many, multipli'd his kind, ...
So has a Daisy vanished From the fields today -- So tiptoed many a slipper To Paradise away -- Oozed ...
Let's talk about the weather then, would that help you take your ease? Gossip is so rare from you the ...
The turquoise pool rose up to meet us, its slide a silver afterthought down which we plunged, screaming, into a ...
A vision of flushed faces, shining limbs, The madness of the music that entrances All life ...
A vision of flushed faces, shining limbs, The madness of the music that entrances All life ...
My pensive SARA ! thy soft cheek reclined Thus on mine arm, most soothing sweet it is To sit beside ...
(Composed at Clevedon, Somersetshire) My pensive Sara! thy soft cheek reclined Thus on mine arm, most soothing sweet it is ...
A week before the Armistice, you died. They did not keep your heart like Livingstone's, then plant your bones near ...
A man on his own in a car Is revenging himself on his wife; He open the throttle and bubbles ...
I know it's a bad title but I'm giving it to myself as a gift on a day nearly canceled ...
Below are eleven Buson haiku beginning with the phrase 'The short night--' The short night-- on the hairy caterpillar beads ...
The grey gulls drift across the bay Softly and still as flakes of snow Against the thinning fog. All day ...
Never any more, While I live, Need I hope to see his face As before. Once his love grown chill, ...
I. My heart sank with our Claret-flask, Just now, beneath the heavy sedges That serve this Pond's black face for ...
When the molten earth seethed in its whirling cauldron nobody watched the pot from a tall wooden stool set out ...
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
You see that porcelain ranged there in the window- Platters and soup-plates done with pale pink rosebuds, And tiny violets, ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
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