Snowbirds (Peter Conners Poem)
My maternal grandparents were snowbirds; the scent of their plumage an evergreen air freshener dangling off the rearview mirror of ...
My maternal grandparents were snowbirds; the scent of their plumage an evergreen air freshener dangling off the rearview mirror of ...
SO grieves th' adventurous merchant, when he throws All the long toil'd-for treasure his ship stows Into the angry main, ...
The Sun revolving on his axis turns, And with creative fire intensely burns; Impell'd by forcive air, our Earth supreme, ...
Eclogue the First. Whanne Englonde, smeethynge from her lethal wounde, From her galled necke dyd twytte the chayne awaie, Kennynge ...
Often beneath the wave, wide from this ledge The dice of drowned men's bones he saw bequeath An embassy. Their ...
THE PROLOGUE. WHEN folk had laughed all at this nice case Of Absolon and Hendy Nicholas, Diverse folk diversely they ...
THE PROLOGUE. The Sompnour in his stirrups high he stood, Upon this Friar his hearte was so wood,* *furious That ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
Behold, from the land of the farther suns I returned. And I was in a reptile-swarming place, Peopled, otherwise, with ...
"WHAT'S this?" I pondered. "Have I slept? Or can I have been drinking?" But soon a gentler feeling crept Upon ...
The Maple with its tassell flowers of green That turns to red, a stag horn shapèd seed Just spreading out ...
You know the brick path in the back of the house, the one you see from the kitchen window, the ...
To think that Spinoza died polishing eyeglasses. That Blake got tired at a printer's shop waiting for that day's conversation ...
A merry burgomaster In a burgh upon the Rhine Said, "Our burghers all are Far too fond of drinking wine." ...
Everything has its limit, including sorrow. A windowpane stalls a stare. Nor does a grill abandon a leaf. One may ...
The moon, a sweeping scimitar, dipped in the stormy straits, The dawn, a crimson cataract, burst through the eastern gates, ...
WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA PEACE In San Francisco around Easter time last year, they had a trout fishing ...
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF 'WAT TYLER' 'A Daniel come to judgment! ...
My sister! my sweet sister! if a name Dearer and purer were, it should be thine; Mountains and seas divide ...
Above the ponds, beyond the valleys, The woods, the mountains, the clouds, the seas, Farther than the sun, the distant ...
I. Your ghost will walk, you lover of trees, (If our loves remain) In an English lane, By a cornfield-side ...
I. Let them fight it out, friend! things have gone too far. God must judge the couple: leave them as ...
I. Said Abner, ``At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak, ``Kiss my cheek, wish me well!'' ...
(PIANO DI SORRENTO.) Fortu, Frotu, my beloved one, Sit here by my side, On my knees put up both little ...
O SAW ye bonie Lesley, As she gaed o'er the Border? She's gane, like Alexander, To spread her conquests farther. ...
WHILE winds frae aff Ben-Lomond blaw, An' bar the doors wi' driving snaw, An' hing us owre the ingle, I ...
The art of losing isn't hard to master; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that ...
Well,-it was two days after my husband died- Two days! And the earth still raw above him. And I was ...
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