Angler (Li Yu Poems)
Foamy tides, like snow-drifts, lingering;A battalion of plum trees silently blooming;A bottle of wineAnd a fishing line;Who in this world ...
Foamy tides, like snow-drifts, lingering;A battalion of plum trees silently blooming;A bottle of wineAnd a fishing line;Who in this world ...
(THE GRAVEYARD OF SPOON RIVER. TWO VOICES ARE HEARD BEHIND A SCREEN DECORATED WITH DIABOLICAL AND ANGELIC FIGURES IN VARIOUS ...
Oh! he's nothing but a soldier,But he's coming here tonight,For I saw him pass this morning,With his uniform so bright.He ...
Deep in a dell a woodsman's house Has sunk in wild dilapidation; There buried under vines and boughs ...
The unsoiled hand, the sleek, black coat, The senile, ledger-haunted hours,The knowledge that my freeman's vote Is humbly cast to ...
A song for the willow, the wild weeping willow, That murmurs a dirge to the rapturous days, And moans ...
Gnats and an ant have gnawed your nimble bones-You who could spring and sprawl on your own thread Down half ...
If I should die, don't think of me at allunless world-weary, you prefer like meto waste your life against life's ...
517He parts Himself-like Leaves-And then-He closes up-Then stands upon the BonnetOf Any Buttercup-And then He runs againstAnd oversets a Rose-And ...
I love all sights of earth and skies, From flowers that glow to stars that shine; The comet and the ...
He parts Himself -- like Leaves -- And then -- He closes up -- Then stands upon the Bonnet Of ...
Sometimes the notes are ferocious, skirmishes against the author raging along the borders of every page in tiny black script. ...
Again, his friend's death made the man sit still and freeze insideâ?"his daughter won first priceâ?" his wife scowled over ...
She looks rather pathetic, really, leaning against the black air, the three mangled fingers of her left hand clutching a ...
I I, in my intricate image, stride on two levels, Forged in man's minerals, the brassy orator Laying my ghost ...
To the Lords of Convention 'twas Claver'se who spoke. 'Ere the King's crown shall fall there are crowns to be ...
I KNOW a Jew fish crier down on Maxwell Street with a voice like a north wind blowing over corn ...
THERE was a high majestic fooling Day before yesterday in the yellow corn. And day after to-morrow in the yellow ...
I WAS born on the prairie and the milk of its wheat, the red of its clover, the eyes of ...
I wish it were spring in the world. Let it be spring! Come, bubbling, surging tide of sap! Come, rush ...
It was three slim does and a ten-tined buck in the bracken lay; And all of a sudden the sinister ...
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