Mystery (David Herbert Lawrence Poem)
Now I am all One bowl of kisses, Such as the tall Slim votaresses Of Egypt filled For a God's ...
Now I am all One bowl of kisses, Such as the tall Slim votaresses Of Egypt filled For a God's ...
I The inkstand is full of ink, and the paper lies white and unspotted, in the round of light thrown ...
I Over the yawning chimney hangs the fog. Drip -- hiss -- drip -- hiss -- fall the raindrops on ...
The nursery fire burns brightly, crackling in cheerful little explosions and trails of sparks up the back of the chimney. ...
"Honor be to Mudjekeewis!" Cried the warriors, cried the old men, When he came in triumph homeward With the sacred ...
If the water were clear enough, if the water were still, but the water is not clear, the water is ...
1911 When the Himalayan peasant meets the he-bear in his pride, He shouts to scare the monster, who will often ...
One more Unfortunate, Weary of breath, Rashly importunate, Gone to her death! Take her up tenderly, Lift her with care; ...
The lad came to the door at night, When lovers crown their vows, And whistled soft and out of sight ...
be moved by your own time but move it too the sun hasn't all the answers it can be made ...
An ancient saga tells us how In the beginning the First Cow (For nothing living yet had birth But Elemental ...
Waiting for the cup, the blood of Christ symbolized in the grape juice kneeling at the rail waiting my turn ...
A poem a day, for the past year flowing from the keys I press, the pen, the paper, the gift ...
Hair just so in her pretty pig tails Don't you know "How do I look, daddy?" Drips from her lips ...
"Bright with sunny periods some cloud, occasional showers" says the local TV forecast. It has been persistently precipitating for more ...
In sleep when an old man's body is no longer aware of his boundaries, and lies flattened by gravity like ...
Who planted the Bajiao tree under my windows? Its shade fills the courtyard; Its shade fills the courtyard... Leaf to ...
Search. Search. Seek. Seek. Cold. Cold. Clear. Clear. Sorrow. Sorrow. Pain. Pain. Hot flashes. Sudden chills. Stabbing pains. Slow agonies. ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
(France -- Ancient Regime.) I. Go away! Go away; I will not confess to you! His black biretta clings like ...
There is darkness behind the light -- and the pale light drips Cold on vague shapes and figures, that, half-seen ...
from Senlin: A Biography It is morning, Senlin says, and in the morning When the light drips through the shutters ...
Why do you always stand there shivering Between the white stream and the road? The people pass through the dust ...
All the air conditioners now slacken their hummed carrier wave. Once again we've served our three months with remissions in ...
After seeing at Boston the statue of Robert Gould Shaw, killed while storming Fort Wagner, July 18, 1863, at the ...
Sweet love, sweet thorn, when lightly to my heart I took your thrust, whereby I since am slain, And lie ...
If ever I saw blessing in the air I see it now in this still early day Where lemon-green the ...
Such a morning it is when love leans through geranium windows and calls with a cockerel's tongue. When red-haired girls ...
Shoestring Press, Nottingham, 2000. VIII Final concept harbour which has broken there where it crumpled our faces there where ikons ...
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