Zalka Peetruza (Raymond Garfield Dandridge Poems)
(_Who Was Christened Lucy Jane_)She danced, near nude, to tom-tom beat,With swaying arms and flying feet,'Mid swirling spangles, gauze and ...
(_Who Was Christened Lucy Jane_)She danced, near nude, to tom-tom beat,With swaying arms and flying feet,'Mid swirling spangles, gauze and ...
We are the children of light, Wise, not companioned By goats In a condemned graveyard. Backward blowing Blizzards of memory Flatten out The genealogies. But here a point, The ...
A bunch of lilac and a storm of hailOn the same afternoon! Indeed I knowHere in the South it always ...
A bunch of lilac and a storm of hailOn the same afternoon! Indeed I knowHere in the South it always ...
A footstep sounded from the street...Listening, I knew of you!With the good singing of your feetYou came in, too.Companioned by ...
I O tranquil meadows, grassy Tantramar, Wide marshes ever washed in clearest air, Whether beneath the ...
Sprung of the father blood, the mother brain,Are they who point our pathway and sustain.They rarely meet; one soars, one ...
1. North Carolina, Washington and Baltimore. 2. An auto going south, and words in a room, And outside, pink of ...
Here me, ye smokeless skies and grass-green earth, Since by your sufferance still I breathe and live!Through you fond Nature ...
You who have known my city for a day And heard the music of her steepled bells, Then ...
Let me write now and tell you of my dream.It was upon the midnight of All Saints.Sudden before me your ...
I know a vale where I would go one day,When June comes back and all the world once moreIs glad ...
There came a whisper in the night,A little cry across the years;And I who heard, in deep affright,Awakened with unnumbered ...
Give me the strength Of verdant hills Washed clean by summer rain; Of purple hills At peace when weary Day ...
High dormers are rising So sharp and surprising, And ponticum edges The driveways of gravel; Stone houses from ledges Look ...
Because we love bare hills and stunted trees And were the last to choose the settled ground, Its boredom of ...
I wandered o'er the vast green plains of youth, And searched for Pleasure. On a distant height Fame's silhouette stood ...
I Because the night was falling warm and still Upon a golden day at April's end, I thought; I will ...
I We thrill too strangely at the master's touch; We shrink too sadly from the larger self Which for its ...
FIRST VOICE So long adrift, so fast aground, What foam and ruin have we found- We, the Wise Brothers? Could ...
Only a long, low-lying lane That follows to the misty sea, Across a bare and russet plain Where wild winds ...
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