Grace (John Crowe Ransom Poems)
WHO is it beams the merriest At killing a man, the laughing one? You are the one I nominate, God of the rivers ...
WHO is it beams the merriest At killing a man, the laughing one? You are the one I nominate, God of the rivers ...
You think it is a sorry thing That I am blind. Your pitying Is welcome to me; yet indeed, I think I have but ...
Sparabella.The wailings of a maiden I recite,A maiden fair, that Sparabella hight.Such strains ne'er warble in the linnet's throat,Nor the ...
LATE: a cold smear of sunlight bathes the room;The gilt lime of winter, a sun grown melancholy old,Streams in the ...
The memory of you emerges from the night around me.The river mingles its stubborn lament with the sea.Deserted like the ...
"He does not come to coo."-Gerard Manley HopkinsInsomniac monkey-mind ponders the Dove,Symbol not only of Peace but sexualLove, the couple ...
Wherever he looks, standing still in the city,are people born of coupling, walking in gray suitsand ties, in long dresses ...
"1.WARMING UP THE BOXdelivered on time to persons with city & state line bearing only the words DEATH CITY - ...
Yet to the wondrous St. Peter's, and yet to the solemn Rotunda, Mingling with heroes and gods, yet to the ...
I VERSE a Settler's Tale of the old times,-One told me by our friend, the kindly sage,Old Egremont, who then ...
I saw thee once &mdash once only &mdash years ago: I must not say how many &mdash but not many. ...
The Baron has decided to mate the monster, to breed him perhaps, in the interests of pure science, his only ...
I In my beginning is my end. In succession Houses rise and fall, crumble, are extended, Are removed, destroyed, restored, ...
I. THE FLOWER'S NAME Here's the garden she walked across, Arm in my arm, such a short while since: Hark, ...
Earliest morning, switching all the tracks that cross the sky from cinder star to star, coupling the ends of streets ...
Poem by Anne-Marie Derése, translated by Judith Skillman. Night opens to the storm, a mauve coupling, swollen. The sky, laden ...
The memory of you emerges from the night around me. The river mingles its stubborn lament with the sea. Deserted ...
I saw thee once- once only- years ago: I must not say how many- but not many. It was a ...
Shake out my pockets! Harken to the call Of that calm voice that makes no sound at all! Take of ...
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