The Song of a Man Who has Come Through (David Herbert Lawrence Poem)
Not I, not I, but the wind that blows through me! A fine wind is blowing the new direction of ...
Not I, not I, but the wind that blows through me! A fine wind is blowing the new direction of ...
I Frindsbury, Kent, 1786 Bang! Bang! Tap! Tap-a-tap! Rap! All through the lead and silver Winter days, All through the ...
Now this is the tale of the Council the German Kaiser decreed, To ease the strong of their burden, to ...
'My father still reads the dictionary every day. He says your life depends on your power to master words.' Arthur ...
THE years have gathered grayly Since I danced upon this leaze With one who kindled gayly Love's fitful ecstasies! But ...
Then a lawyer said, "But what of our Laws, master?" And he answered: You delight in laying down laws, Yet ...
Like the clay upon the wheel rough-hewn stone of the builder giving to his chisel to the work of his ...
1 O TAKE my hand, Walt Whitman! Such gliding wonders! such sights and sounds! Such join'd unended links, each hook'd ...
MYSELF and mine gymnastic ever, To stand the cold or heat-to take good aim with a gun-to sail a boat-to ...
THAT which eludes this verse and any verse, Unheard by sharpest ear, unform'd in clearest eye or cunningest mind, Nor ...
The world was young, the mountains green, No stain yet on the Moon was seen, No words were laid on ...
Forever fair, forever calm and bright, Life flies on plumage, zephyr-light, For those who on the Olympian hill rejoice-- Moons ...
Hail to thee, mountain beloved, with thy glittering purple-dyed summit! Hail to thee also, fair sun, looking so lovingly on! ...
These nuts, that I keep in the back of the nest, Where all my tin soldiers are lying at rest, ...
TWO fishes swimming in the sea, Two birds flying in the air, Two chisels on an anvil-maybe. Beaten, hammered, laughing ...
For Leonard Baskin To his house the bodiless Come to barter endlessly Vision, wisdom, for bodies Palpable as his, and ...
Comes to mind as another small upheaval amongst the rubble. His eye matches exactly the bubble in my spirit-level. I ...
Father, thou canst never know The anguish that smote my heart For my disobedience, the moment I felt The remorseless ...
When I first came to Spoon River I did not know whether what they told me Was true or false. ...
Observe the clasped hands! Are they hands of farewell or greeting, Hands that I helped or hands that helped me? ...
If I could have lived another year I could have finished my flying machine, And become rich and famous. Hence ...
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