Caterpillars (John Freeman Poems)
Of caterpillars Fabre tells how day after day Around the rim of a vast earth pot they crawled, Tricked thither as they ...
Of caterpillars Fabre tells how day after day Around the rim of a vast earth pot they crawled, Tricked thither as they ...
From the racked substance of the earth comes the plant andThat with heat and the night frost is tortured:To some ...
I made a ring of leaveson the autumn grass:I was a fairy queen all day.Inside the ring, the wind wore ...
(Begin breezily):In Lady Lusher's drawing-room, where float the strains of ...
THEY'VE left me alone in the garden, So I'll talk to that dear little wren-- Mr. Beetle! I do beg ...
IFrom troubles of the world I turn to ducks,Beautiful comical thingsSleeping or curledTheir heads beneath white wingsBy water cool,Or finding ...
O man with a Position, prithee tell,How is't you mould your sal'ried life so well;Holding in lofty scorn that lowly ...
To the hills of the east we went, And long had we there to remain. When the word of ...
FROM troubles of the worldI turn to ducks,Beautiful comical thingsSleeping or curledTheir heads beneath white wingsBy water cool,Or finding curious ...
Oh come and live with me, my love,And share my war-time dinner,Who eats the least at this our feast,Shall make ...
Sing, O Song of Hiawatha, Of the happy days that followed, In the land of the Ojibways, In the pleasant ...
What pleasures have great princes? These: to know Themselves reputed mad with pride or power; To speak few words -- ...
Well, they talk of woolly-bear caterpillars which is it, wide brown or wide orange stripes or maybe it is when ...
Look, look, master, here comes two religious caterpillars. The Jew of Malta. POLYPHILOPROGENITIVE The sapient sutlers of the Lord Drift ...
Budger of history Brake of time You Bomb Toy of universe Grandest of all snatched sky I cannot hate you ...
A ROSE, as fair as ever saw the North, Grew in a little garden all alone; A sweeter flower did ...
Fish (fly-replete, in depth of June, Dawdling away their wat'ry noon) Ponder deep wisdom, dark or clear, Each secret fishy ...
here I am in the ground my mouth open and I can't even say mama, and the dogs run by ...
Under a sky the color of pea soup she is looking at her work growing away there actively, thickly like ...
My soul looked down from a vague height with Death, As unremembering how I rose or why, And saw a ...
Within this sober Frame expect Work of no Forrain Architect; That unto Caves the Quarries drew, And Forrests did to ...
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