her south china sea eyes (W. Jude Aher Poem)
young girl with her south china sea eyes where an ocean wind sighs stands as she tries. in the silence ...
young girl with her south china sea eyes where an ocean wind sighs stands as she tries. in the silence ...
As if you actually died in that dream and woke up dead. Shadows of untangling vines tumble toward the ceiling. ...
We sit together and talk, or smoke in silence. You say (but use no words) 'this night is passing As ...
The white fog creeps from the cold sea over the city, Over the pale grey tumbled towers,- And settles among ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
I. Moonlight silvers the tops of trees, Moonlight whitens the lilac shadowed wall And through the evening fall, Clearly, as ...
Through grass, through amber'd cornfields, our slow Stream-- Fringed with its flags and reeds and rushes tall, And Meadowsweet, the ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
O lesson well and wisely taught Stay with me to the last, That all my life may better be For ...
Oh! a bare, brown rock Stood up in the sea, The waves at its feet Dancing merrily. A little bubble ...
Through Alpine meadows soft-suffused With rain, where thick the crocus blows, Past the dark forges long disused, The mule-track from ...
Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill; Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes! No longer leave thy ...
The world is full of women who'd tell me I should be ashamed of myself if they had the chance. ...
Some clichty folks don't know the facts, posin' and preenin' and puttin' on acts, stretchin' their backs. They move into ...
GUDEWIFE,I MIND it weel in early date, When I was bardless, young, and blate, An' first could thresh the barn, ...
MY curse upon your venom'd stang, That shoots my tortur'd gums alang, An' thro' my lug gies mony a twang, ...
YOU'RE welcome to Despots, Dumourier; You're welcome to Despots, Dumourier: How does Dampiere do? Ay, and Bournonville too? Why did ...
Little Fly Thy summers play, My thoughtless hand Has brush'd away. Am not I A fly like thee? Or art ...
A little black thing among the snow: Crying weep, weep, in notes of woe! Where are thy father & mother? ...
With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I'll rise. Does ...
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