Dear Deborah, (Deborah Ager Poems)
They tell me that your hearthas been found in Iowa,pumping along Interstate 35.Do you want it back?When the cold comes ...
They tell me that your hearthas been found in Iowa,pumping along Interstate 35.Do you want it back?When the cold comes ...
Last night, within our little town The Dead came marching through;In a long line, like living men, Just as they used to ...
The fire and the page, the hewed hairs and the swords,The grains and the millstone, the whispers and the clatter ...
Truly (poore night) thou welcome art to me,I love thee better in this sad attireThen that which rayseth some mens ...
This piece of hardwood, cunningly shaped,was curved so evenly while piccaninnies gapedat a Warrior who chipped at it with pieces ...
To the memory of John Peale Bishop, 1892-1944Attor porsi la mano un poco avante,e colsi un ramicel da un gran ...
If ever a garden was Gethsemane,with old tombs set high againstthe crumpled olive tree--and lichen,this, my garden, has been to ...
What is the matter with the landscape?Familiar landmarks are not there.Ploughed fields, like squares upon a chessboard,Today are scattered everywhere.The ...
Nothing is stable. Though the deeds we do May bind the nations in a servile chain, And give to cowering ...
I. HOw comes the Day orecast ? the Flaming Sun Darkn'd at Noon, as if his Course were run ? ...
Each day brings its toad, each night its dragon. Der heilige Hieronymus--his lion is at the zoo-- Listens, listens. All ...
Even now this landscape is assembling. The hills darken. The oxen Sleep in their blue yoke, The fields having been ...
Greatness will be defined how history will judge challenging our friends not merely fighting our enemies stating clear principles applying ...
The world needing to hear to taste the kingdom more yeast to be added more water, more flour so that ...
New York: You take a train that rips through versts. It feels as if the trains were running over your ...
The Brain, within its Groove Runs evenly -- and true -- But let a Splinter swerve -- 'Twere easier for ...
How blest the land that counts among Her sons so many good and wise, To execute great feats of tongue ...
They tell me that your heart has been found in Iowa, pumping along Interstate 35. Do you want it back? ...
SPIRIT whose work is done! spirit of dreadful hours! Ere, departing, fade from my eyes your forests of bayonets; Spirit ...
DEATH, to the dead for evermore A King, a God, the last, the best of friends - Whene'er this mortal ...
She wore little teeth of pearls around her neck. They were grinning politely and evenly at me. Unsuitable they smirked. ...
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