The Bush (Bernard O Dowd Poems)
I wonder if the spell, the mystery,That like a haze about your silence clings,Moulding your void until we seem to ...
I wonder if the spell, the mystery,That like a haze about your silence clings,Moulding your void until we seem to ...
Pennsylvania, 1948-1949The garden of Nature opens. The grass at the threshold is green. And an almond tree begins to bloom. ...
Lazy laughing languid Jenny,Fond of a kiss and fond of a guinea,Whose head upon my knee to-nightRests for a while, ...
"Standing between the sun and moon preservesA certain secrecy. Or seems to keepSomething inviolate if only thatHis father was an ...
IAll valor died not on the plains of Troy.Awake, my Muse, awake! be thine the joyTo sing of deeds as ...
Beeing thy servant Cynthia, 'tis my duty To make thy name as glorious ...
What are you waiting for, George, I pray? —To scour your cross-belts with fresh pipe-clay?To burnish your buttons, to brighten ...
Not less light shall the gold and the green lieOn the cyclonic curl and diamonded eye, thanLove lay yesterday on ...
When I have sense of what to sense appears,Sense is sense ere 'tis mine or mine in me is.When I ...
leaves and leaving call october home her daughter releases wood smoke from her skin rich in scorpio blood survived the ...
Sweet Auburn! loveliest village of the plain, Where health and plenty cheered the labouring swain, Where smiling spring its earliest ...
A cipher, nullity, a phantom stood before them unknown and unacknowledged time lost never to be regained lives turned, away ...
"I've been having these awful dreams, each a little different, though the core's the same- we're walking in a field, ...
My Cocoon tightens -- Colors tease -- I'm feeling for the Air -- A dim capacity for Wings Demeans the ...
I I walk through the long schoolroom questioning; A kind old nun in a white hood replies; The children learn ...
BOOK FIRST. I. ALL valor died not on the plains of Troy. Awake, my Muse, awake! be thine the joy ...
Before I knocked and flesh let enter, With liquid hands tapped on the womb, I who was as shapeless as ...
Let Ramah rejoice with Cochineal. Let Gaba rejoice with the Prickly Pear, which the Cochineal feeds on. Let Nebo rejoice ...
Come riddle-me-ree, come riddle-me-ree, And tell me, what my name may be. I am nearly one hundred and thirty years ...
After two sittings, now our Lady State To end her picture does the third time wait. But ere thou fall'st ...
each day mowed and mowed his lawn, his dry quarter acre, the machine slicing a wisp from each blade's tip. ...
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