Immortal Eve – I (Manmohan Ghose Poems)
1I the first man, the majestyOf creatures, Time's tall birth,Spring at God's finger-touch erect,Glorying upon earth.Above me the blue solemn ...
1I the first man, the majestyOf creatures, Time's tall birth,Spring at God's finger-touch erect,Glorying upon earth.Above me the blue solemn ...
More beatiful than the remarkable moon and her noble light,More beautiful than the stars, the famous medals of the night,More ...
Swimming the English Channel,struggling to make it to Calais,I swam into Laura halfway across.My body oiled for warmth,black rubber cap ...
? Maxime du CampIFor the child, in love with globe, and stamps,the universe equals his vast appetite.Ah! How great the ...
Swimming the English Channel, struggling to make it to Calais, I swam into Laura halfway across. My body oiled for ...
Like a deep blue wave of passion you shore into the room where I sit waiting quietly, open-booked. We have ...
The crushed rose gathered yet so much living yet resting on the sleeve of my jacket taken off for the ...
In the road a broken rose picked probably yesterday A deep rich color of blood red, burgundy lying there, out ...
More than the words on the page trying to bring them there the moment in my hushed office feeling her ...
thin, fine, airy, lines only brush strokes in the heavens ribbons, painted, effortlessly mascara lashes, vertically written as if on ...
Oh that is my wish that between my work, my travels, the commotion activities of my day that I would ...
As if on the majestic wings, of the regal bird, the eagle of the sky rising effortlessly, ascending heavenward Hope ...
A quiet cold woods, crunch of ice and snow under the snowshoes, hear the ski pole pierce the skin of ...
Absorbed in familiar rhythms, carillon of senses steeped in good vibrations, surrounded by musical beat pulsing potently in avidly articulated ...
In a wilderness, in some orchestral swing through trees, with a wind playing all the high notes, and the prospect ...
Hidden, oh hidden in the high fog the house we live in, beneath the magnetic rock, rain-, rainbow-ridden, where blood-black ...
I bought a new broom today and swept the cobwebs down, A thick accumulation of dregs, a mass of tangles ...
The wet dawn inks are doing their blue dissolve. On their blotter of fog the trees Seem a botanical drawing ...
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