Of A Stout Lady (Edith Mirick Poems)
You will not look for beauty hereIn this form, graceless and uncouth;And yet the mountain of her fleshCovers the frame-work ...
You will not look for beauty hereIn this form, graceless and uncouth;And yet the mountain of her fleshCovers the frame-work ...
That Whitsun, I was late getting away: Not till about One-twenty on the sunlit Saturday Did my three-quarters-empty train pull ...
Offended by a Book of the Writer's NOW that my page upcloses, doomed, maybe, Never to press thy cosy cushions ...
It ceased to hurt me, though so slow I could not feel the Anguish go -- But only knew by ...
The Tint I cannot take -- is best -- The Color too remote That I could show it in Bazaar ...
Summer pleasures they are gone like to visions every one And the cloudy days of autumn and of winter cometh ...
I woke up, but I was travelling, The train had rolled throughout the night, It was now going toward huge ...
Next, then, the peacock, gilt With all its feathers. Look, what gorgeous dyes Flow in the eyes! And how deep, ...
HERE is the chamber consecrate, Wherein this maiden delicate, And enigmatically sedate, Fans herself while the moments creep, Upon her ...
Just when I thought there wasn't room enough for another thought in my head, I had this great idea-- call ...
'Lay me in a cushioned chair; Carry me, ye four, With cushions here and cushions there, To see the world ...
(To Marcel Schwob in friendship and in admiration) In a dim corner of my room for longer than my fancy ...
One in 250 Cambodians, or 40,000 people, have lost a limb to a landmine. -Newsfront, U.N. Development Programme Communications Office ...
Once more the gate behind me falls; Once more before my face I see the moulder'd Abbey-walls, That stand within ...
My spirit only lived to look on Beauty's face, As only when they clasp the arms seem served aright; As ...
Her little head just topped the window-sill; She even mounted on a stool, maybe; She pressed against the pane, as ...
IT'S going to come out all right-do you know? The sun, the birds, the grass-they know. They get along-and we'll ...
Tiny green birds skate over the surface of the room. A naked girl prepares a basin with steaming water, And ...
Touch it: it won't shrink like an eyeball, This egg-shaped bailiwick, clear as a tear. Here's yesterday, last year --- ...
Love, the world Suddenly turns, turns color. The streetlight Splits through the rat's tail Pods of the laburnum at nine ...
Eupatius thought: "Give him a thousand horses, a thousand bridles of eloquent gold. Wash his feet, feed him well, show ...
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