Prevailing Winds (Lee Anderson2 Poems)
IThe bland many-eyed wallsof skyscrapers and the modestin-between brownstone housesshall not bruise the thrust of his rapier spiritrather the artist ...
IThe bland many-eyed wallsof skyscrapers and the modestin-between brownstone housesshall not bruise the thrust of his rapier spiritrather the artist ...
ITHE IVORY CRADLEThe cradle I have made for theeIs carved of orient ivory,And curtained round with wavy silkMore white than ...
THIS is our place of meeting; oppositeThat towered and pillared building: look at it;King's Chapel in the Second George's day,Rebellion ...
I.Break dull November skies, and makeSunshine over wood and lake,And fill your cells of frosty airWith thousand, thousand welcomes to ...
Tauler, the preacher, walked, one autumn day,Without the walls of Strasburg, by the Rhine,Pondering the solemn Miracle of Life;As one ...
Some say that the police-tower is onlya facade of a troubled worldof the city of deathI don't believe itI had ...
Oh, we might have a marvellous city Were we only less keen on cashLess avid for things -- more's the ...
Always for the first timeHardly do I know you by sightYou return at some hour of the night to a ...
Bath The day is fresh-washed and fair, and there is a smell of tulips and narcissus in the air. The ...
folly cracked the mirror a soul gasping wound voodoo induced vertigo psychedelic blackouts in the cracks between art and blasphemy ...
We gathered, in a circle in the Parlor of the church gathering to study your word, the message in the ...
Shyanne said she gets to be Officially Foss, her little sister said she would be my daughter officially. Funny the ...
A Texas twang would be better than a yankee accent so picture it soundin' southern this little story I'll share ...
I In my beginning is my end. In succession Houses rise and fall, crumble, are extended, Are removed, destroyed, restored, ...
I Midwinter spring is its own season Sempiternal though sodden towards sundown, Suspended in time, between pole and tropic. When ...
The intact facade's now almost black in the rain; all day they've torn at the back of the building, "the ...
Always for the first time Hardly do I know you by sight You return at some hour of the night ...
Earliest morning, switching all the tracks that cross the sky from cinder star to star, coupling the ends of streets ...
It brings to mind Swift leaving a fortune to Dublin 'For the founding of a lunatic asylum - no place ...
Look how she stands, high on the steep facade of the cathedral, near the window-rose, simply, holding in her hand ...
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