Snowbound (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Within our houses the world around shut down nature bringing forth its wrath we are hunkered down the snow piling ...
Within our houses the world around shut down nature bringing forth its wrath we are hunkered down the snow piling ...
Dunes of white greet my gaze from my office window snow drifted in the lee of the third story, the ...
An old weathered section of snow fencing half buried in the lee of the dune gray skin gnarled by wind ...
WHAT various ways in which a thing is told Some truth abuse, while others fiction hold; In stories we invention ...
Memory: I can take my head and strike it on a wall on Cumberland Island Where the night tide came ...
Knight-errant of the Never-ending Quest, And Minstrel of the Unfulfilled Desire; For ever tuning thy frail earthly lyre To some ...
Now in the oak the sap of life is welling, Tho' to the bough the rusty leafage clings; Now on ...
Your Riches -- taught me -- Poverty. Myself -- a Millionaire In little Wealths, as Girls could boast Till broad ...
It will be Summer -- eventually. Ladies -- with parasols -- Sauntering Gentlemen -- with Canes -- And little Girls ...
No, she said, I never knew it was your first. It doesn't matter anyway. I always had an inkling that ...
I have been spiritually poisoned by the unclean, in ignorance blessed their springs. In consequence I withered and drifted down ...
WOE is me to tell it thee, Winter winds in Arcady! Scattered is thy flock and fled From the glades ...
I like the old house tolerably well, Where I must dwell Like a familiar gnome; And yet I never shall ...
Just over the horizon a great machine of death is roaring and rearing. One can hear it always. Earthquake, starvation, ...
The wind blew out from Bergen, from the dawning to the day There was a wreck of trees, a fall ...
To the tune of "Song of Peace" Year by year, in the snow, I have often gathered plum flowers, intoxicated ...
Of Nelson and the North Sing the glorious day's renown, When to battle fierce came forth All the might of ...
This morning was something. A little snow lay on the ground. The sun floated in a clear blue sky. The ...
Part I It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. 'By thy long grey beard and glittering ...
The name of the author is the first to go followed obediently by the title, the plot, the heartbreaking conclusion, ...
The three men coming down the winter hill In brown, with tall poles and a pack of hounds At heel, ...
She died in the upstairs bedroom By the light of the ev'ning star That shone through the plate glass window ...
Whether what we sense of this world is the what of this world only, or the what of which of ...
' SISTER, you've sat there all the day, Come to the hearth awhile; The wind so wildly sweeps away, The ...
SANDBOX MINUS JOHN DILLINGER EQUALS WHAT? Often I return to the cover of Trout Fishing in America. I took the ...
THE AUTOPSY OF TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA This is the autopsy of Trout Fishing in America as if Trout Fishing ...
Westward, hit a low note, for a roarer lost across the Sound but north from Bremerton, hit a way down ...
The three men coming down the winter hill In brown, with tall poles and a pack of hounds At heel, ...
CAULD is the e'enin blast, O' Boreas o'er the pool, An' dawin' it is dreary, When birks are bare at ...
WHEN Januar' wind was blawing cauld, As to the north I took my way, The mirksome night did me enfauld, ...
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