In the Dark of Night (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A small solitary island without television, phone without running water But it had the call of the loon the splash ...
A small solitary island without television, phone without running water But it had the call of the loon the splash ...
Me and the girls, the members of the congregation, walking to the Capitol, under the dome down the street, on ...
Denizens of the Dome the part above the waters Celestial orbs and timekeepers Tracking Day from Night Proclaiming Your works ...
Claremont to Durham, regular drive, autopilot Rtes 103, 114, 9, 89, 4 Exit 5, New England College down the road ...
Warming blue Across the arc of the dome He left for us after the Flood Daubs of color Dabbed on ...
Ephemeral denizen of the dawn Emblazoned on the waking An aerosol archaeopteryx Captured for a twinkling On the heavens Feathers ...
The sky was so clear and blue today it took my attention away from the walk to the bank where ...
WHERE now these mingled ruins lie A temple once to Bacchus rose, Beneath whose roof, aspiring high, Full many a ...
When I see birches bend to left and right Across the lines of straighter darker trees, I like to think ...
I like a church, I like a cowl, I love a prophet of the soul, And on my heart monastic ...
'A letter from my love to-day! Oh, unexpected, dear appeal!' She struck a happy tear away, And broke the crimson ...
The mind, with its own eyes and ears, May for these others have no care; No matter where this body ...
Over the terminal, the arms and chest of the god brightened by snow. Formerly mercury, formerly silver, surface yellowed by ...
Today the Masons are auctioning their discarded pomp: a trunk of turbans, gemmed and ostrich-plumed, and operetta costumes labeled inside ...
In pious times, ere priest-craft did begin, Before polygamy was made a sin; When man, on many, multipli'd his kind, ...
The Day undressed -- Herself -- Her Garter -- was of Gold -- Her Petticoat -- of Purple plain -- ...
How the old Mountains drip with Sunset How the Hemlocks burn -- How the Dun Brake is draped in Cinder ...
Drab Habitation of Whom? Tabernacle or Tomb -- Or Dome of Worm -- Or Porch of Gnome -- Or some ...
Some keep the Sabbath going to Church -- I keep it, staying at Home -- With a Bobolink for a ...
How do we discover an antidote to each other, a faculty to commune in spiteful space? Our bleeding hearts and ...
I I heard the spring wind whisper Above the brushwood fire, "The world is made forever Of transport and desire. ...
There fared a mother driven forth Out of an inn to roam; In the place where she was homeless All ...
In the city set upon slime and loam They cry in their parliament 'Who goes home?' And there comes no ...
The wind blew out from Bergen, from the dawning to the day There was a wreck of trees, a fall ...
Sharp was the frost, the wind was high And sparkling stars bedeckt the sky Sly Dick in arts of cunning ...
Eclogue the First. Whanne Englonde, smeethynge from her lethal wounde, From her galled necke dyd twytte the chayne awaie, Kennynge ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
Come, my darling, let us dance To the moon that beckons us To dissolve our love in trance Heedless of ...
Come, my darling, let us dance To the moon that beckons us To dissolve our love in trance Heedless of ...
The double 12 sorwe of Troilus to tellen, That was the king Priamus sone of Troye, In lovinge, how his ...
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