In Bertram’s Garden (Donald Justice Poems)
Jane looks down at her organdy skirt As if it somehow were the thing disgraced, For being there, on the ...
Jane looks down at her organdy skirt As if it somehow were the thing disgraced, For being there, on the ...
While this America settles in the mould of its vulgarity, heavily thickening to empire And protest, only a bubble in ...
1 I carved your name on my watchband with my fingernail. Where I am, you know, I don't have a ...
The piper coming from far away is you With a whitewash brush for a sporran Wobbling round you, a kitchen ...
I If seasons all were summers, And leaves would never fall, And hopping casement-comers Were foodless not at all, And ...
for kelly happiness is the stuff of birthdays and the coming of sweet things when they are not expected happiness ...
though there's not much faith left and very little snow this scene of wimborne minster still makes its christmas show ...
Pottering around the stage, a hyperactive ancient in his own backyard - independent of the band it seems. Disrhythmic shuffling ...
[Goethe describes this much-admired Poem, which he wrote in honour of his love Lily, as being "designed to change his ...
is by admitting or opening away. This is the simplest form of current: Blue moving through blue; blue through purple; ...
A smile coming on their face a stranger remembering a time, a place something that catches their eye a special ...
The question on "what is beauty" my mind immediately calling up the quote, "beauty is in the eye of the ...
Like Christ, reaching to Peter, reach out your hands when doubts, winds of struggle, adversity catches our focus saps the ...
Peter, sinking, captured by trouble, his doubt pulling him under falling below the waters, the waves, sinking, darkness Lifted up, ...
On the drive East on the way to Gramma's house presents unwrapped toys discovered Dressed in their Christmas dresses new ...
My eye catches, notices A small detail A flower, berry, bug Flake, fragment Texture or color drawn to it Hold ...
A walk in the woods Down the path Away from the road, Bustle of the highway Cold of winter Catch ...
Down the path Away from the road, Bustle of the highway In the inner quiet Cold of winter Emptiness, sadness, ...
Late January, in the cold clear wood Boots crunch through layers of snow and ice Breath catches in beard and ...
Down the path Away from the road, Bustle of the highway In the inner quiet Cold of winter Emptiness, sadness, ...
A walk in the woods Down the path Away from the road, Bustle of the highway Cold of winter Catch ...
An old woman likes to melt her husband. She puts him in a melting device, and he pours out the ...
Was it worth keeping the Halt open, We thought as we looked at the sky Red through the spread of ...
Twain? Oh, yes, I've heard Mark Twain Heard him down to Pleasant Plain; Funny? Yes, I guess so. Folks Seemed ...
Oh days devoted to the useless burden of putting out of mind the biography of a minor poet of the ...
Beloved, let us once more praise the rain. Let us discover some new alphabet, For this, the often praised; and ...
Far from the Rappahannock, the silent Danube moves along toward the sea. The brown and green Nile rolls slowly Like ...
WHILE briers an' woodbines budding green, An' paitricks scraichin loud at e'en, An' morning poussie whiddin seen, Inspire my muse, ...
HAIL, Poesie! thou Nymph reserv'd! In chase o' thee, what crowds hae swerv'd Frae common sense, or sunk enerv'd 'Mang ...
When silver snow decks Susan's clothes, And jewel hangs at th' shepherd's nose, The blushing bank is all my care, ...
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