Walking into Unknowns (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A precipice, a cliff, critical decision point, without a plan, a road map assurances, guarantee Needing to go beyond the ...
A precipice, a cliff, critical decision point, without a plan, a road map assurances, guarantee Needing to go beyond the ...
Back out into the wet woods Walking and hiking But always looking, watching, Searching for that one moment when the ...
Children under, say, ten, shouldn't know that the universe is ever-expanding, inexorably pushing into the vacuum, galaxies swallowed by galaxies, ...
Evening colors linger on mountain paths. Out beyond this study perched over River Gate, At the cliff's edge, frail clouds ...
The mountain held the town as in a shadow I saw so much before I slept there once: I noticed ...
Old Davis owned a solid mica mountain In Dalton that would someday make his fortune. There'd been some Boston people ...
To drive Paul out of any lumber camp All that was needed was to say to him, "How is the ...
The shattered water made a misty din. Great waves looked over others coming in, And thought of doing something to ...
Because I was content with these poor fields, Low open meads, slender and sluggish streams, And found a home in ...
Far from me and like the stars, the sea and all the trappings of poetic myth, Far from me but ...
WHAT moves that lonely man is not the boom Of waves that break agains the cliff so strong; Nor roar ...
The heavenly hills of Holland,-- How wondrously they rise Above the smooth green pastures Into the azure skies! With blue ...
The cliff sprang from the sea at end of Hostel Beach, if the tide was out you'd reach a tiny ...
HE crawls to the cliff and plays on a brink Where every eye but his own would shrink; No music ...
A forge burns in my heart. I am redder than dawn, Deeper than seaweed, More distant than gulls, More hollow ...
Old Noah he had an ostrich farm and fowls on the largest scale, He ate his egg with a ladle ...
Have pity ! show no pity ! Those eyes that send such shivers Into my ...
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
Have pity ! show no pity ! Those eyes that send such shivers Into my ...
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
PART I 'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock And the owls have awakened the crowing cock; Tu-whit!- ...
There are certain things -a spider, a ghost, The income-tax, gout, an umbrella for three - That I hate, but ...
When on the sandy shore I sit, Beside the salt sea-wave, And fall into a weeping fit Because I dare ...
There are certain things--as, a spider, a ghost, The income-tax, gout, an umbrella for three-- That I hate, but the ...
Three notes I allowed aloud to sum the August beachiness of herring gull railway pigeon otherwise birdless fishless conjoin - ...
AS slow I climb the cliff's ascending side, Much musing on the track of terror past When o'er the dark ...
The sleepy sound of a tea-time tide Slaps at the rocks the sun has dried, Too lazy, almost, to sink ...
We used to picnic where the thrift Grew deep and tufted to the edge; We saw the yellow foam flakes ...
Methinks in Him there dwells alway A sea of laughter very deep, Where the leviathans leap, And little children play, ...
The grey gulls drift across the bay Softly and still as flakes of snow Against the thinning fog. All day ...
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