Eve Speaks (Louis Untermeyer Poems)
I Pause, God, and ponder, ere Thou judgest me. Though it be doomsday, and the trampling winds Rush blindly through the stark and ...
I Pause, God, and ponder, ere Thou judgest me. Though it be doomsday, and the trampling winds Rush blindly through the stark and ...
The last walls of shame fell,And we rejoiced…And we danced…And we were blessed with the signing of the peace of ...
Beautiful as the flying legend of some leopardShe had not chosen yet her captain, nor PrinceDepositary to her flesh, and ...
A silver Luciferservescocaine in cornucopiaTo some somnambulistsof adolescent thighsdrapedin satirical draperiesPeris in liveryprepareLethefor posthumous parvenuesDelirious Avenueslitwith the chandelier soulsof infusoriafrom ...
Hagar sits all weepingon a stone mid roadand asks the windswhich way to go.One says, Go east -the other - ...
Lawful wife.There is still some wine left in the chalice,And the plate that's served is nests of the swallows.Since the ...
An LP of sitar music, the tempoa fast one, but something wrong,the record player too quick.My heart ached with the ...
[The late Mr. Jonathan Swift Somers, laureate of Spoon River, planned The Spooniad as an epic in twenty-four books, but ...
The woefull lamentation of Jane Shore, a goldsmith's wife in London, sometime king Edward IV. his concubine. To the tune ...
Am I waking? Was I sleeping? Dearest, are you watching yet?Traces on your cheeks of weeping Glitter, 'tis in vain ...
The fibres of the white-flowered rush Are with the white grass bound. So do the two together go, ...
With the lifting of the curtain, Distance, dim, but grimly certain, Breaks my vision of a city, populous and great, ...
Mourn, Persia, mourn! thy charms decay; Proud Ispahan, the seat of power, Is shorn by time's relentless sway Of her ...
In GaryThe Millsfeaston ore and men . . .Like potbellied hoboesthe mills snorelying face upwardon the north horizontheir breathlike winter ...
Servant concubine, lowly servant, so she was offered to be, in submission willing submission to her God, when He spoke ...
In pious times, ere priest-craft did begin, Before polygamy was made a sin; When man, on many, multipli'd his kind, ...
Come, my darling, let us dance To the moon that beckons us To dissolve our love in trance Heedless of ...
Come, my darling, let us dance To the moon that beckons us To dissolve our love in trance Heedless of ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
[The late Mr. Jonathan Swift Somers, laureate of Spoon River, planned The Spooniad as an epic in twenty-four books, but ...
Of RISPAH. (who had been the concubine of King SAUL) when DAVID hanged her children, because their father had done ...
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