Mary On August The First (Fenton Johnson Poems)
1.I heard the voice of Mary in the cool of evening:"Oh why the devastation of the golden wheatlands?Oh why the ...
1.I heard the voice of Mary in the cool of evening:"Oh why the devastation of the golden wheatlands?Oh why the ...
Sing, O Song of Hiawatha, Of the happy days that followed, In the land of the Ojibways, In the pleasant ...
to the memory of my friend SI-YA-U, whose head was cut off in Shanghai A CLAIM Renowned Leonardo's world-famous "La ...
Sweet Auburn! loveliest village of the plain, Where health and plenty cheered the labouring swain, Where smiling spring its earliest ...
As a man and woman make a garden between them like a bed of stars, here they linger in the ...
Utter devastation the loss of their nation nothing will be the safe for many years to come The enormity of ...
Speaking from their hearts against cruel choices petitioning for redress before the leaders praying for justice assistance from their neighbors ...
A question, pregnant on our lips the extent of the devastation the cost of the earthquake in that impoverished land ...
The picture on the bulletin the devastation caught in miniature a handful of people standing before a bit of rubble ...
The question of the people living on the ground outside in the shaking world The question of the world seeing ...
As if in a mirror, dimly the images on the screen the devastation, despair more than I can comprehend A ...
The prayers for the people our brothers, our sisters, the children of that place Nothing that they have done brought ...
This Holy Saturday trying, with mixed success the emptiness, the devastation To stand in their shoes to be of one ...
I see the pain on their face The water all over the place It is terrible to see I ache ...
There wasn't room for sympathy, the epicentre moved too rapidly for that and even when we knew the anger of ...
New England. 1 Alas, dear Mother, fairest Queen and best, 2 With honour, wealth, and peace happy and blest, 3 ...
I said I will find what is lowly and put the roots of my identity down there: each day I'll ...
We must not force events, but rather make The heart soil ready for their coming, as The earth spreads carpets ...
Am I not he that hath made thee and begotten thee, I, God, the spirit of man? Wherefore now these ...
Scene, on an Eminence on one of those Downs, which afford to the South a view of the Sea; to ...
Weary and listless, sad and slow, Without any conversation, Was a man that worked on The Overflow, The butt of ...
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