The Hearts (Robert Pinsky Poems)
The legendary muscle that wants and grieves,The organ of attachment, the pump of thrillsAnd troubles, clinging in stubborn coloniesLike pulpy ...
The legendary muscle that wants and grieves,The organ of attachment, the pump of thrillsAnd troubles, clinging in stubborn coloniesLike pulpy ...
The slender snail clings to the leaf, Gray on its silvered underside: And slowly, slowlier than the snail, with brief Bright steps, whose ...
Over the hills, as the pewee flies, Under the blue of the Southern skies; Over the hills, where the red-bird wings Like a ...
<i>And place is always and only placeAnd what is actual is actual only for one timeAnd only for one place ...
Even in such a scene of senseless playThe children were surprised one summer-dayBy a strange man who called across the ...
IThe mellow smell of hollyhocksAnd marigolds and pinks and phloxBlends with the homely garden scentsOf onions, silvering into rods;Of peppers, ...
Down through the woods, along the wayThat fords the stream; by rock and tree,Where in the bramble-bell the beeSwings; and ...
It's a still morning, quiet and cloudythe kind of grey day I like best;they'll be here soon, the little kids ...
I am sorry it is winter now,And you can't hear mosquitoes in the house,But you reminded yourselfOf the frivolous straw.The ...
I am sorry it is winter now,And you can't hear mosquitoes in the house,But you reminded yourselfOf the frivolous straw.The ...
Give me a landscape made of obstacles,of steep hills and jutting glacial rock,where the low-running streams are quick to floodthe ...
II am cold. Transparent Spring dressesPetropolis in verdant down.But like a medusa, the Neva's waveStirs up in me a slight ...
As kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies draw flame;As tumbled over rim in roundy wellsStones ring; like each tucked string tells, each ...
II am cold. Transparent Spring dressesPetropolis in verdant down.But like a medusa, the Neva's waveStirs up in me a slight ...
Eye standing up eye lying down eye sittingWhy wander about between two hedges made of stair-rails while the ladders become ...
The spring-it had simply been you,And so, to a certain extent,The summer; but autumn-this scandalous blueOf wallpaper? Rubbish and felt?They ...
As kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies draw flame; As tumbled over rim in roundy wells Stones ring; like each tucked string ...
The sky in the trees, the trees mixed up with what's left of heaven, nearby a patch of daffodils rooted ...
Every month or so, Sundays, we walked the line, The limit and the boundary. Past the sweet gum Superb above ...
40-acre growth found in Michigan. - The Los Angeles Times The sky is full of ruddy ducks and widgeon's, mockingbirds, ...
In the willows along the river at Pleasure Bay A catbird singing, never the same phrase twice. Here under the ...
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