The Rain-Crow (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
ICan freckled August,—drowsing warm and blondBeside a wheat-shock in the white-topped mead,In her hot hair the yellow daisies wound,—O bird ...
ICan freckled August,—drowsing warm and blondBeside a wheat-shock in the white-topped mead,In her hot hair the yellow daisies wound,—O bird ...
Ye morning-glories, ring in the gale your bells,And with dew water the walk's dust for the burden-bearing ants:Ye swinging spears ...
Heigh-ho! Babyhood! Tell me where you linger: Let's toddle home again, for we have gone astray; Take this eager hand of mine ...
WHEN the catkin's on the willow And the tassel on the birch,The wild bees from the having rocks Begin their honey search.Brown ...
I look at youas you sleepin the wicker bedwhere so many childrenhave slept beforemy best friend'slittle daughteryour breath is like ...
That white house - a reflection, where the two of us will live,where a lonely boy will play with wet ashberries;where we ...
The dragonflycan't quite land on that blade of grass. Translated by Robert Hass (Matsuo Basho)
the dragonflyhas dyed his bodyautumn (Hori Bakusui)
All night I've heard the marsh-frog's croak,The jay's rude matins now prevail,The smouldering fire of bastard oakNow blazes, freshened by ...
Gold days give way to sudden rain, But what, I ask, of that?For I am my own man again, And ...
Against a flawless autumn skyA crimson dragonfly is taking flightAs I am standing in a meadowNothing in the waning evening ...
To Paint a Water Lily A green level of lily leaves Roofs the pond's chamber and paves The flies' furious ...
A small solitary island without television, phone without running water But it had the call of the loon the splash ...
sitting at the end of the dinner thinking of a walk in the woods just before fall not in the ...
Walking on the path Looking for a gator Down by the water A star preens for me And my camera ...
Like a thick cluster of ripe Concord grapes The blueberries hung on the bush Eager for my grasp, their liberation ...
Glassmakers, at century's end, compounded metallic lusters in reference to natural sheens (dragonfly and beetle wings, marbled light on kerosene) ...
I have been spiritually poisoned by the unclean, in ignorance blessed their springs. In consequence I withered and drifted down ...
The dragonfly can't quite land on that blade of grass. (Matsuo Basho)
Some people go their whole lives without ever writing a single poem. Extraordinary people who don't hesitate to cut somebody's ...
Some people go their whole lives without ever writing a single poem. Extraordinary people who don't hesitate to cut somebody's ...
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