The Little Black Cormorant (C J Dennis Poems)
By inlet and islet and wide river reaches, By lake and lagoon I'm at home,Yet oft' the far forests of ...
By inlet and islet and wide river reaches, By lake and lagoon I'm at home,Yet oft' the far forests of ...
Clouds darken the plain.From all sides, the mountains of the horizon move forward; the plain shrinks, crumpled into valleys that ...
Late in the day the fogwrung itself out like a spongein glades of rain,sieving the half-invisiblecove with speartips;then, in a ...
A Sonnet is a moment's monument,-Memorial from the Soul's eternityTo one dead deathless hour. Look that it be,Whether for lustral ...
"FRAMED in the cavernous fire-place sits a boy, Watching the embers from his grandsire's knee: One sees red castles ...
Groping back to bed after a piss I part the thick curtains, and am startled by The rapid clouds, the ...
Dear child! how radiant on thy mother's knee, With merry-making eyes and jocund smiles, Thou gazest at the painted tiles, ...
"Speak! speak I thou fearful guest Who, with thy hollow breast Still in rude armor drest, Comest to daunt me! ...
'My father still reads the dictionary every day. He says your life depends on your power to master words.' Arthur ...
"You ought to have seen what I saw on my way To the village, through Mortenson's pasture to-day: Blueberries as ...
And the trees about me, Let them be dry and leafless; let the rocks Groan with continual surges; and behind ...
I hang about the streets all day, At night I hang about; I sleep a little when I may, But ...
It seldom snowed, they said, it might get cold but it won't be snow; well, one should guess the locals ...
past parentage or gender beyond sung vocables the slipped-between the so infinitesimal fault line a limitless interiority beyond the woven ...
I and new love, in all its living bloom, Sat vis-à-vis, while tender twilight hours Went softly by us, treading ...
for Brenda Williams The dawn cracked with ice, with fire grumbling in the grate, With ire in the homes we ...
In the mustardseed sun, By full tilt river and switchback sea Where the cormorants scud, In his house on stilts ...
How shall my animal Whose wizard shape I trace in the cavernous skull, Vessel of abscesses and exultation's shell, Endure ...
He was an old prospector with a vision bleared and dim. He asked me for a grubstake, and the same ...
Gold! We leapt from our benches. Gold! We sprang from our stools. Gold! We wheeled in the furrow, fired with ...
Isabel met an enormous bear, Isabel, Isabel, didn't care; The bear was hungry, the bear was ravenous, The bear's big ...
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