Love One Another (Bedros Tourian Poems)
UNDYING Love, Whose beams forever glowOn rose-red Golgotha's stupendous brow;Wilt Thou those shafts still in Thy bosom keep?What guardest Thou?--bones, ...
UNDYING Love, Whose beams forever glowOn rose-red Golgotha's stupendous brow;Wilt Thou those shafts still in Thy bosom keep?What guardest Thou?--bones, ...
Falling, falling—gently falling,Pattering on the window pane,Like a weird spirit callingCome the heavy drops of rain.Sweeping by the crazy casement,Where ...
THY birthplace where, young Liberty? In graves, 'mid heroes' ashes.Thy dwelling, where, sweet Liberty? In hearts, where free ...
It winds along the face of a cliff This path which I long to explore, And over it dashes a ...
Groping back to bed after a piss I part the thick curtains, and am startled by The rapid clouds, the ...
Sometimes I wish I were still out on the back porch, drinking jet fuel with the boys, getting louder and ...
In the cacophony of human lives so many stimuli, so much information drowning us, polluted waters, our daily grind dots ...
"Bright with sunny periods some cloud, occasional showers" says the local TV forecast. It has been persistently precipitating for more ...
Farewell to the bushy clump close to the river And the flags where the butter-bump hides in forever; Farewell to ...
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
AMONG the heathy hills and ragged woods The roaring Fyers pours his mossy floods; Till full he dashes on the ...
Midnight; bells toll, and along the cloud-high towers The golden lights go out . . . The yellow windows darken, ...
Well Sir, 'tis granted, I said Dryden's Rhimes, Were stoln, unequal, nay dull many times: What foolish Patron, is there ...
1 RISE, O days, from your fathomless deeps, till you loftier, fiercer sweep! Long for my soul, hungering gymnastic, I ...
AMERICA always! Always our own feuillage! Always Florida's green peninsula! Always the priceless delta of Louisiana! Always the cotton-fields of ...
Here is the height of land: The watershed on either hand Goes down to Hudson Bay Or Lake Superior; The ...
Brave Thackeray has trolled of days when he was twenty-one, And bounded up five flights of stairs, a gallant garreteer; ...
King Shuac, the Giant of Mizra, war did declare Against Ulva, King of Shina, telling him to prepare And be ...
We have too much exhibitionism and not enough voyeurism in poetry we have plenty of bass and not enough treble, ...
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