After the Shower (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
In the late afternoon, early evening moments before the dusk mist falling in the still courtyard of the busy church ...
In the late afternoon, early evening moments before the dusk mist falling in the still courtyard of the busy church ...
Sitting still, quiet, alone, in the living room of my boyhood alone with my thoughts after the Christmas day watching ...
A tiny bride, with a veil that was her mother's when we wed White dress, white tights, black school shoes, ...
Above the tree line beside the silhouette of the dark church a contrail of a jet falling toward the horizon ...
It was the dark chocolate and the thirty-year old scotch that was the one, so smooth silk sliding down my ...
The paddle and I Out in the middle of The churning lake. The wind pushed the bow Turning me around. ...
An early morning drive over the Merrimack dark water from a lot of rain a lone cormorant down below the ...
There were three cavaliers that went over the Rhine, And gayly they called to the hostess for wine. "And where ...
Last night, my darling, as you slept, I thought I heard you sigh, And to your little crib I crept, ...
"OH, let's go up the hill and scare ourselves, As reckless as the best of them to-night, By setting fire ...
Mary sat musing on the lamp-flame at the table Waiting for Warren. When she heard his step, She ran on ...
He saw her from the bottom of the stairs Before she saw him. She was starting down, Looking back over ...
Bright sari in a darkened street - the lilting grey of Yorkshire sky; rust requiems for demolished mills - repeating ...
Thou hast committed- Fornication: but that was in another country, And besides, the wench is dead. The Jew of Malta. ...
June 22, 1611 THE SHALLOP ON HUDSON BAY One sail in sight upon the lonely sea And only one, God ...
I Thou who hast made thy dwelling fair With flowers beneath, above with starry lights, And set thine altars everywhere,-- ...
We, the living, buried deep in selfish grief strive to comprehend the passing of your hour, minds are numbed, aghast ...
In the beginning there was light, abundant light that truly lit the way, time was never lost in dodging flights ...
There's an infinity of wisdom in your smile that would deny the winsome wit that lies at back of it; ...
The strident sounds of silence echo in a darkened room, a beggar's tomb of emptied space and barrenness, a shameful ...
I The rutted roads are all like iron; skies Are keen and brilliant; only the oak-leaves cling In the bare ...
In these darkened rooms, where I spend oppresive days, I pace to and fro to find the windows. -- When ...
This much, O heaven-if I should brood or rave, Pity me not; but let the world be fed, Yea, in ...
Like a bird on the wire, like a drunk in a midnight choir I have tried in my way to ...
O! Und dann wieder dies Bei-sich-selbst-Sein! Diese Stummheiten! Dies Getriebenwerden! .................................................................................. O! And then to be with -our -very -selves! ...
I woke up, it was the house where I was born, Sea foam splashed against the rock, Not a single ...
What is she writing? Watch her now, How fast her fingers move ! How eagerly her youthful brow Is bent ...
THE human heart has hidden treasures, In secret kept, in silence sealed; The thoughts, the hopes, the dreams, the pleasures, ...
The blue bell is the sweetest flower That waves in summer air; Its blossoms have the mightiest power To soothe ...
Yet one smile more, departing, distant sun! One mellow smile through the soft vapoury air, Ere, o'er the frozen earth, ...
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