Eve (Ralph Hodgson Poems)
Eve, with her basket, wasDeep in the bells and grass,Wading in bells and grassUp to her knees,Picking a dish of ...
Eve, with her basket, wasDeep in the bells and grass,Wading in bells and grassUp to her knees,Picking a dish of ...
Nothing is really mine except Krishna.O my parents, I have searched the worldAnd found nothing worthy of love.Hence I am ...
O babu, many salams to you my name is Goya the Snakecharmer, My home is the Padma river. We catch birds we live ...
No venomous cobra's stab e'er stung,Like nectared lies on a false friend's tongue.Better by far the deadliest foeWho does not ...
Little Boy Blue lost his way in a wood—Sing apples and cherries, roses and honey:He said, "I would not go ...
With fierce noons beaming, moons of glory gleaming, Full conduits streaming, where fair bathers lie, With sunsets ...
(_Peradeniya, Ceylon_)IThe sun moves here as a master-mage of nature all day long, With fingers of heat and light that ...
As the cocoanut-palm That pines, my love, Away from the sound Of the planter's voice, Am I, for ...
the illusion is that you are simplyreading this poem.the reality is that this ismore than apoem.this is a beggar's knife.this ...
NEAR strange, weird temples, where the Ganges' tide Bathes domed Lahore, I watched, by spice-trees fanned, Her agile form in ...
Angels inhabit love songs. But they're sprites not seraphim. The angel that up-endedJacob had sturdy calves, moist hairy armpits, stout ...
Usually at the helipad I see them stumble-dance across the hot asphalt with crokersacks over their heads, moving toward the ...
1911 When the Himalayan peasant meets the he-bear in his pride, He shouts to scare the monster, who will often ...
Budger of history Brake of time You Bomb Toy of universe Grandest of all snatched sky I cannot hate you ...
(A Virginia Legend.) The Planting of the Hemp. Captain Hawk scourged clean the seas (Black is the gap below the ...
ANOTHER METHOD OF MAKING WALNUT CATSUP And this is a very small cookbook for Trout Fishing in America as if ...
(for Rona, Jeremy, Sam & Grace) All the lizards are asleep-- perched pagodas with tiny triangular tiles, each milky lid ...
Off that landspit of stony mouth-plugs, Eyes rolled by white sticks, Ears cupping the sea's incoherences, You house your unnerving ...
The engine is killing the track, the track is silver, It stretches into the distance. It will be eaten nevertheless. ...
The Triumph of Wit Over Suffering Head alone shows you in the prodigious act Of digesting what centuries alone digest: ...
I was but a half-grown boy, You were a girl-child slight. Ah, how weary you were! You had led in ...
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