Robinson At Home (Weldon Kees Poems)
Curtains drawn back, the door ajar.All winter long, it seemed, a darkeningBegan. But now the moonlight and the odors of ...
Curtains drawn back, the door ajar.All winter long, it seemed, a darkeningBegan. But now the moonlight and the odors of ...
SWEET are the manners of the wood,Our only old society,Where all the folk are glad and goodIn unrebuked variety.Within this ...
_He saves the sheep, the goats he doth not save._ So rang Tertullian's sentence, on the side Of that unpitying Phrygian Sect ...
Now the sweet Dawn on brighter fields afarHas walked among the daisies, and has breathedThe glory of the mountain winds, ...
I pray to stars and to grass.To the sacred bubbling of a living spring.I pray this evening for everyone, -for ...
"1.WARMING UP THE BOXdelivered on time to persons with city & state line bearing only the words DEATH CITY - ...
Proemion.Immeasurable Earth!Through the loud vast and populacy of Heaven,Tempested with gold schools of ponderous orbs,That cleav'st with deep-revolting harmoniesPassage perpetual, ...
WAINAMOINEN FINDS THE LOST-WORD.Wainamoinen, old and truthful,Did not learn the words of magicIn Tuoni's gloomy regions,In the kingdom of Manala.Thereupon ...
Set wide the window. Let me drink the day.I loved light ever, light in eye and brain-No tapers mirrored in ...
THE MIND IS AN ANCIENT AND FAMOUS CAPITAL The mind is a city like London, Smoky and populous: it is ...
Prate, ye who will, of so-called charms you find across the sea—The land of stoves and sunshine is good enough ...
DER teufel's los in Bal Mabille, Dere's hell-fire in de air, De fiddlers can't blay noding else Boot Orphee aux ...
O, gloomy world that rolls in weary space, And moans wild music to the broken spheres, Whose rivers ...
Goya drew a pig on a wall. The five-year-old hairdresser's son Saw, graved on a silver tray, The lion; and ...
THE Day grows hot, and darts his rays From such a sure and killing place, That half this World are ...
The face of the precipice is black with lovers;The sun above them is a bag of nails; the spring'sFirst rivers ...
Winked to the birdcherry, gulped amid tears, Splashed over carriages' varnish, trees' tremble.Full moon. The musicians are picking their way ...
In the belly of the fish thanking God within the tomb the catacombs of the belly For his deliverance, his ...
Prate, ye who will, of so-called charms you find across the sea-- The land of stoves and sunshine is good ...
STANDING IN EDEN 1 Poetry claimed me young on Skegness beach Before I was born I answered her cry For ...
There were faces to remember in the Valley of the Shadow, There were faces unregarded, there were faces to forget; ...
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