Time for the Fair (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The cold in the air reminds me of the country fair the candied apple, the hot burnt sausage sub the ...
The cold in the air reminds me of the country fair the candied apple, the hot burnt sausage sub the ...
Sweet maple syrup, bitter radish, salad greens Tart lemon, juicy fruits Sour rhubarb, creamy sauces Raw meat, flaky fish rich ...
A season coming marked by ashes, solemn gray, balck marks of a cross, a smudge, imprinted merging with oil, with ...
Clenched knuckles On my steering wheel A red light above me A black pickup - A wall before me No ...
A long time ago, when I was young, Back before I learned to respect the realities of heat exchange and ...
There was a certain gentleman, Ben Apfelgarten called, Who lived way off in Germany a many years ago, And he ...
By way of a vanished bridge we cross this river as a cloud of lifted snow would ascend a mountain. ...
TO you, my friends, allow me to detail, The feats of monks in Catalonia's vale, Where oft the holy fathers ...
To Ridgely Torrence On Last Looking into His 'Hesperides' I often see flowers from a passing car That are gone ...
O hushed October morning mild, Thy leaves have ripened to the fall; Tomorrow's wind, if it be wild, Should waste ...
I Midwinter spring is its own season Sempiternal though sodden towards sundown, Suspended in time, between pole and tropic. When ...
In pious times, ere priest-craft did begin, Before polygamy was made a sin; When man, on many, multipli'd his kind, ...
O Hymen king. Hymen, O Hymen king, what bitter thing is this? what shaft, tearing my heart? what scar, what ...
1. Each of us like you has died once, has passed through drift of wood-leaves, cracked and bent and tortured ...
As the sweet sweat of roses in a still, As that which from chafed musk-cats' pores doth trill, As the ...
Once, and but once found in thy company, All thy supposed escapes are laid on me; And as a thief ...
I am a little world made cunningly Of elements, and an angelic sprite; But black sin hath betrayed to endless ...
The biker was a menace on the farm, a madman bent on speed, intent on leaving all for dead (it ...
Night's grating of steel on stone and splash of water crashing from the buckets brings back that moment in a ...
Can we not force from widow'd poetry, Now thou art dead (great Donne) one elegy To crown thy hearse? Why ...
We read of kings and gods that kindly took A pitcher fill'd with water from the brook ; But I ...
Smile at us, pay us, pass us; but do not quite forget; For we are the people of England, that ...
CHORUS Come we shepherds whose blest sight Hath met love's noon in nature's night; Come lift we up our loftier ...
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
I to the open road, You to the hunchbacked street - Which of us two Shall the earlier rue That ...
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
I to the open road, You to the hunchbacked street - Which of us two Shall the earlier rue That ...
Part I It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. 'By thy long grey beard and glittering ...
From Bermondsey to Wandsworth So many churches are, Some with apsidal chancels, Some Perpendicular And schools by E.R. Robson In ...
"Oh yes, I went over to Edmonstoun the other day and saw Johnny, mooning around as usual! He will never ...
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