Breaking Sod (Edwin Ford Piper Poems)
"The level field of gray-green buffalo grassStill narrows as the sweating bays plod on,And that black ribbon at the ploughtail ...
"The level field of gray-green buffalo grassStill narrows as the sweating bays plod on,And that black ribbon at the ploughtail ...
Lately, I've been watching them, peckingfuriously at the ground,then retreating into the eucalyptus,where they stagger like compassesbefore their tiny hearts ...
Slowly, without force, the rain drops into the city. It stops a moment on the carved head of Saint John, ...
Three Kings came riding from far away, Melchior and Gaspar and Baltasar; Three Wise Men out of the East were ...
There is sorrow enough in the natural way From men and women to fill our day; And when we are ...
I'm mighty glad to see you, Mrs. Curtis, And thank you very kindly for this visit-- Especially now when all ...
Part One - The Calling Let me sleep, for my soul is intoxicated with love and Let me rest, for ...
Yesterday I drew myself from the noisome throngs and proceeded into the field until I reached a knoll upon which ...
Then said a rich man, "Speak to us of Giving." And he answered: You give but little when you give ...
We were the disciples, who betrayed, who doubted, who were confused We were the disciples, who ran We were Peter, ...
You come to fetch me from my work to-night When supper's on the table, and we'll see If I can ...
A man toiled on a burning road, Never resting. Once he saw a fat, stupid ass Grinning at him from ...
Half squatter, half tenant (no rent)- a sort of inheritance; white, in your thirties now, and supposed to supply me ...
'Not by the justice that my father spurn'd, Not for the thousands whom my father slew, Altars unfed and temples ...
Why run the crowd? What means the throng That rushes fast the streets along? Can Rhodes a prey to flames, ...
She is all there. She was melted carefully down for you and cast up from your childhood, cast up from ...
Thinking, tangling shadows in the deep solitude. You are far away too, oh farther than anyone. Thinking, freeing birds, dissolving ...
Beautiful Loch Leven, near by Kinross For a good day's fishing the angler is seldom at a loss, For the ...
I feel Very much Like taking Its unholy perpetrators By the hair Of their heads (If they have any hair) ...
Better than granite, Spoon River, Is the memory-picture you keep of me Standing before the pioneer men and women There ...
Remember when Khrushchev said "We will bury you!" on the cover of Time I thought he was employing a metaphor ...
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