The Carver In Stone (John Drinkwater Poems)
He was a man with wide and patient eyes,Grey, like the drift of twitch-fires blown in June,That, without fearing, searched ...
He was a man with wide and patient eyes,Grey, like the drift of twitch-fires blown in June,That, without fearing, searched ...
Standing on tiptoe, head back, eyes and armUpraised, Kate groped to reach the higher shelf.Her sleeve slid up like darkness ...
It is winter in California, and outsideIs like the interior of a florist shop:A chilled and moisture-laden cropOf pink camellias ...
A league and a league from the trenches — from the traversed maze of the lines,Where daylong the sniper watches ...
Direct your glass towards the frigates.The clock's hands are stayed this quarter-hour.You have one more skull to caressBefore the routing ...
Unbridled licentiousness with no holds barred,Immediate and mutual lust, satisfiableIn the heat, upon demand, aroused againAnd satisfied again, lechery unlimited.Till ...
I am glad daylong for the gift of song,For time and change and sorrow;For the sunset wings and the world-end ...
To the memory of John Peale Bishop, 1892-1944Attor porsi la mano un poco avante,e colsi un ramicel da un gran ...
Here is the House to hold me-cradle of all the race; Here is my lord and my love, here are ...
DAY goes slowly to its end, Full of toil and care; Evening is a tender friend, With eyes of stars ...
As the fierce faun, on the cypress-bearded cape,Desires the sea-girl, seen with billow-driftedHair the color of kelp and shadowy-riftedVulva that ...
As the first trumpet blew, I saw hail and fire, mingled with blood too. It was cast to the ground, ...
He would declare and could himself believe That the birds there in all the garden round From having heard the ...
Blake saw a treeful of angels at Peckham Rye, And his hands could lay hold on the tiger's terrible heart. ...
The trumpets of the four winds of the world From the ends of the earth blow battle; the night heaves, ...
NOW bare to the beholder's eye Your late denuded bindings lie, Subsiding slowly where they fell, A disinvested citadel; The ...
Where the sea forever dances Over lonely cliff and dune, Where sweet twilight's vapor glances In a warmer-glowing moon, Where ...
Two girls there are : within the house One sits; the other, without. Daylong a duet of shade and light ...
Frost apple on a knotted whirling bough of dark becoming where it cannot be. So much both for the soil ...
Love is enough: it grew up without heeding In the days when ye knew not its name nor its measure, ...
The whole world on a raft! A King is here, The record of his grandeur but a smear. Is it ...
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