The Moneyless Man (Henry Thompson Stanton Poems)
Is there no secret place on the face of the earth,Where charity dwelleth, where virtue has birth?Where bosoms in mercy ...
Is there no secret place on the face of the earth,Where charity dwelleth, where virtue has birth?Where bosoms in mercy ...
INTRA MUROSTHE sunbeams, lost for half a year,Slant through my pane their morning rays;For dry northwesters cold and clear,The east ...
The snow lies deep upon the ground, And winter's brightness all around Decks bravely out the forest sere, With jewels of the brave ...
No matter where they lived the same dream cameOf the invisible landlady whose voiceQuickened the air with a dark flameThe ...
A silver Luciferservescocaine in cornucopiaTo some somnambulistsof adolescent thighsdrapedin satirical draperiesPeris in liveryprepareLethefor posthumous parvenuesDelirious Avenueslitwith the chandelier soulsof infusoriafrom ...
They may talk of love in a cottageand bowers of trellised vine-of nature bewitchingly simple,and milkmaids half divine;they may talk ...
Sailing Sailingunder the creatura ridge,and this less or more than obscure,obsequious life follows the livesof flies on beach."I'm so happy," ...
The Lady Lorraine was sweet and fair; The Lady Lorraine was young; She had wonderful eyes and glorious hair, And ...
I'm sitting alone by the fire, Dressed just as I came from the dance,In a robe even YOU would admire,-- ...
Slowly, without force, the rain drops into the city. It stops a moment on the carved head of Saint John, ...
When she goes to Hollywood she is an angel. She writes in red red lipstick on the window of her ...
Cool black night thru redwoods cars parked outside in shade behind the gate, stars dim above the ravine, a fire ...
Pearls of color drops of yellow hanging from the branches the forsythia beginning to bloom a chandelier of yellow hanging, ...
I stayed the night for shelter at a farm Behind the mountains, with a mother and son, Two old-believers. They ...
A tale that the poet Rückert told To German children, in days of old; Disguised in a random, rollicking rhyme ...
There are many that I miss having sent my last one out a car window sparking along the road one ...
In most self-portraits it is the face that dominates: Cezanne is a pair of eyes swimming in brushstrokes, Van Gogh ...
(Translated from the French by Edouard Rodti) My wife with the hair of a wood fire With the thoughts of ...
It is so peaceful on the ceiling! It is the Place de la Concorde. The little crystal chandelier is off, ...
Divorced, but friends again at last, we walk old ground together in bright blue uncomplicated weather. We laugh and pause ...
Jade -- Stone of the side, The antagonized Side of green Adam, I Smile, cross-legged, Enigmatical, Shifting my clarities. So ...
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