The Rhyme Of The Pronghorns (Mary Austin Poems)
This is the tale that the howlers tellAt the end of the hunting weather,When the quick rain rillsOn the bare, ...
This is the tale that the howlers tellAt the end of the hunting weather,When the quick rain rillsOn the bare, ...
In a dark hour, tasting the Earth.As I lay on my couch in the muffled night, and the rain lashed ...
A silver Luciferservescocaine in cornucopiaTo some somnambulistsof adolescent thighsdrapedin satirical draperiesPeris in liveryprepareLethefor posthumous parvenuesDelirious Avenueslitwith the chandelier soulsof infusoriafrom ...
The sidecar skimmed low down like a flying sledover the straight road with its double screenof wire—the blue profile of ...
I wonder if the spell, the mystery,That like a haze about your silence clings,Moulding your void until we seem to ...
EVEN iron can put forth,Even iron.This is the iron age,But let us take heartSeeing iron break and bud,Seeing rusty iron ...
(_At Hong-kong_)I was weary and slept on the Peak; The air clung close like a shroud,And ever the blue-fly's buzz ...
When you and I are buriedWith grasses over head,The memory of our fights will standAbove this bare and tortured land,We ...
I'M not a chicken; I have seen Full many a chill September, And though I was a youngster then, That ...
all is still on this starless night the mountain waits quiescent as a cat smoothing crag and chasm to a ...
Footprints in the frozen mud crowns of the craters perching between the peaks grabbing the tops of the hollow cups ...
Huge droplets explode in the puddles small lakes in the uneven surface craters in the alley, rivulets connecting them giant ...
Whangaehu waters, hot-spilled from the cauldron of Crater Lake, swirling mud-green from the cup between Tahurangi and Pyramid Peak, sulphurous, ...
In a slow drawn focus the concrete blocks that prop up my view of the sky morph soft and easy ...
There are many cumbersome ways to kill a man. You can make him carry a plank of wood to the ...
There are many cumbersome ways to kill a man. You can make him carry a plank of wood to the ...
THE LANDS OF MY CHILDHOOD 1 I am leaving the holy city of Leeds For the last time for the ...
The children are all crying in their pens and the surf carries their cries away. They are old men who ...
When the morning was waking over the war He put on his clothes and stepped out and he died, The ...
Dark clouds are smouldering into red While down the craters morning burns. The dying soldier shifts his head To watch ...
NOTE.-Rahel Robert and Varnhagen von Ense were married, after many protestations on her part, in 1814. The marriage-so far as ...
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