The Wall (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Maybe those who believe A piece of your soul Is stolen with each photograph taken Are right Reflecting back over ...
Maybe those who believe A piece of your soul Is stolen with each photograph taken Are right Reflecting back over ...
Mysterious man Where have you gone; What is your story, really; Your allegiances, your faith? Hidden away from view Behind ...
Speakin' of dorgs, my bench-legged fyce Hed most o' the virtues, an' nary a vice. Some folks called him Sooner, ...
A DEMON, blacker in his skin than heart, So great a charm was prompted to impart; To one in love, ...
Those who have touched it or been touched by it Or brushed by something that the vine has brushed, Or ...
I've known ere now an interfering branch Of alder catch my lifted ax behind me. But that was in the ...
I've tried the new moon tilted in the air Above a hazy tree-and-farmhouse cluster As you might try a jewel ...
The west was getting out of gold, The breath of air had died of cold, When shoeing home across the ...
Your soul was lifted by the wings today Hearing the master of the violin: You praised him, praised the great ...
It were after the Battle of Crecy- The foe all lay dead on the ground- And King Edward went out ...
TWELVE o'clock. Along the reaches of the street Held in a lunar synthesis, Whispering lunar incantations Dissolve the floors of ...
To the Critic Methinks I see some crooked mimic jeer, And tax my Muse with this fantastic grace, Turning my ...
Of all our antic sights and pageantry Which English idiots run in crowds to see, The Polish Medal bears the ...
In pious times, ere priest-craft did begin, Before polygamy was made a sin; When man, on many, multipli'd his kind, ...
I am two fools, I know- For loving, and for saying so In whining poetry; But where's that wiseman that ...
I did not reach Thee But my feet slip nearer every day Three Rivers and a Hill to cross One ...
I envy Seas, whereon He rides -- I envy Spokes of Wheels Of Chariots, that Him convey -- I envy ...
Don't put up my Thread and Needle -- I'll begin to Sew When the Birds begin to whistle -- Better ...
Our lives were founded on this rock, this Jessie of Gibraltar Whose unfailing love endured beyond her ample nursing, And ...
Britannia needs no Boulevards, No spaces wide and gay: Her march was through the crooked streets Along the narrow way. ...
Before the Roman came to Rye or out to Severn strode, The rolling English drunkard made the rolling English road. ...
When forests walked and fishes flew And figs grew upon thorn, Some moment when the moon was blood, Then, surely, ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
Summer pleasures they are gone like to visions every one And the cloudy days of autumn and of winter cometh ...
How can we find? how can we rest? how can We, being gods, win joy, or peace, being man? We, ...
Gods, what a black, fierce day! The clouds were iron, Wrenched to strange, rugged shapes; the red sun winked Over ...
After the whipping he crawled into bed, Accepting the harsh fact with no great weeping. How funny uncle's hat had ...
And thou wert sad-yet I was not with thee! And thou wert sick, and yet I was not near; Methought ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
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