The Sundays Of Satin-Legs Smith (Gwendolyn Elizabeth Brooks Poems)
Inamoratas, with an approbation,Bestowed his title. Blessed his inclination.He wakes, unwinds, elaborately: a catTawny, reluctant, royal. He is fatAnd fine ...
Inamoratas, with an approbation,Bestowed his title. Blessed his inclination.He wakes, unwinds, elaborately: a catTawny, reluctant, royal. He is fatAnd fine ...
Let us gohumming a tune,putting on our sneakers.The gentle lady of Itabashi1-- the edge of her kimono-- clouds, golden-- green ...
READER--gentle--if so beSuch still live, and live for me,Will it please you to be toldWhat my tenscore pages hold?Here are ...
PRELUDE TO "ILLUSTRATED POEMS"FULL well I know the frozen hand has comeThat smites the songs of grove and garden dumb,And ...
WHEN Advent dawns with lessening days,While earth awaits the angels' hymn;When bare as branching coral swaysIn whistling winds each leafless ...
beside me in this gardenare huge and daisy-like(why not? are notoxeye daisies a chrysanthemum?),shrubby and thick-stalked,the leaves pointing upthe stems ...
not onestar -a calm, windlesseveningshriveled frozen earth, freezingcurly chrysanthemum heads- only from afarmy beloved hill glistensas if all the stars ...
Settle home in person placeBut no cart horse noiseAsk gentleman how able soHeart far place self partialPluck chrysanthemum east hedge ...
Their first floweredHome have they left,These chrysanthemum blooms,And their hues tooHave moved on. (Ki no Tsurayuki)
A monk sips morning tea,it's quiet, the chrysanthemum's flowering. (Matsuo Basho)
Fair flower of Christmas - white chrysanthemum!I mark thy blossoms wave, thy fragile formBend to the breeze, yet brave the ...
THE sky is dim and silent; lost are mirth, Colour, and motion; e'en the winds are dumb, Save for a ...
to the memory of my friend SI-YA-U, whose head was cut off in Shanghai A CLAIM Renowned Leonardo's world-famous "La ...
To the tune of "Intoxicated Under the Shadow of Flowers" Light mists and heavy clouds, melancholy the long dreary day. ...
Before the white chrysanthemum the scissors hesitate a moment. (Yosa Buson)
A monk sips morning tea, it's quiet, the chrysanthemum's flowering. (Matsuo Basho)
At ten she came to me, three years ago, There was 'something between us' even then; Watching her write like ...
beside me in this garden are huge and daisy-like (why not? are not oxeye daisies a chrysanthemum?), shrubby and thick-stalked, ...
1THE DOWN drop of the blackbird, The wing catch of arrested flight, The stop midway and then off: off for ...
When I eat crab, slide the rosy rubbery claw across my tongue I think of my mother. She'd drive down ...
There once was a Dormouse who lived in a bed Of delphiniums (blue) and geraniums (red), And all the day ...
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