February (Nancy Byrd Turner Poems)
They went to the February place: 'Twas fashioned, with curious art, Of colored sugar and paper lace, With a front door shaped like ...
They went to the February place: 'Twas fashioned, with curious art, Of colored sugar and paper lace, With a front door shaped like ...
My travels' dream and talk for many a year, At length I view thee, hoary Silchester! Pilgrim long vowed; now only hither ...
Trust the grand and gentle trees,Never will their welcome fade;All that lives may lie at easeIn the haven of their ...
Rise Ye! rise ye! noble toilers! claim your rights with fire and steel!Rise ye! for the cursed tyrants crush ye ...
Her sickness brought me to Connecticut.Mornings I walk the dog: that part of lifeis intact. Who's painted, who's insulatedor put ...
Mists and lamps over street and lane.A crow caws up in the inky sky.Ah, my green-leaved youth, I call you ...
A-bask in the mellow beauty of the ripening sun, Sad with the lingering sense of summer's purpose done, ...
Who's that knocking on the window,Who's that standing at the door,What are all those presentsLaying on the kitchen floor?Who is ...
Under the torii, robed in green, The old priest creeps to the shrine.Over the bridge the still stork stands, The ...
Gulls perched on the pilings a cormorant coursing low toward the open sea a breeze inland from the Atlantic up ...
WITH caws and chirrupings, the woods In this thin sun rejoice. The Psalm seems but the little kirk That sings ...
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