The Summer Image (Leonie Adams Poems)
(From a Persian Carpet)Ash and strewments, the first moth-wings, paleArdour of brief evenings, on the fecund wind;Or all a wing, ...
(From a Persian Carpet)Ash and strewments, the first moth-wings, paleArdour of brief evenings, on the fecund wind;Or all a wing, ...
Go to my country, go, O foreign flowers,sown by the traveler along the road,and under that blue heaventhat watches over ...
Earth travails,Like a woman come to her time.The swaying corn-haulmsIn the heavy places of the fieldCry to be gathered.Apples redden, ...
Water drinks its paradise in the sea,and sweat finds horizon, uproar, crest.Sweat is a brimming salty tree,a greedy surf.To offer ...
We shall remember once, too late,This simple happening, so fine,This very bench where we are seated,Your burning temple next to ...
The day is ended! Ghostly shadows creep Along each dim-lit wall and corridor. The bugle sounds as from some faery shore Silvered with ...
Les amoureux fervents et les savants aust?resAiment ?galement, dans leur m?re saison,Les chats puissants et doux, orgueil de la maison,Qui ...
Ye are the Great White People, masters and lords of the earth,Spreading your stern dominion over the world's wide girth.Here, ...
THE infinite garden of the sea is HisTo play in. Gravely smiling He resignsTo man his choice - this rugged ...
For some, it was the last sun that should set, For many, their last glimpse of fecund ...
Here she bides, a buxom lady, Blest by peace and great content;Dwelling by her byways shady, Where the elm trees ...
What husks of last year's winter close you in, To-morrow's world-what dead, what wrinkled skin Of ancient parchments, laws, beliefs! ...
A flirtatious woman's singular gazeas she slithers towards you, like the white raysthe vibrant moon throws on the trembling seawhere ...
I shall go away To the brown hills, the quiet ones, The vast, the mountainous, the rolling, Sun-fired and drowsy! ...
My Soul. I summon to the winding ancient stair; Set all your mind upon the steep ascent, Upon the broken, ...
1 A SONG of the good green grass! A song no more of the city streets; A song of farms-a ...
AGAINST THE GRAIN "Oxford be silent, I this truth must write Leeds hath for rarities undone thee quite." - William ...
Tomatoes rosy as perfect baby's buttocks, eggplants glossy as waxed fenders, purple neon flawless glistening peppers, pole beans fecund and ...
The light wraps you in its mortal flame. Abstracted pale mourner, standing that way against the old propellers of the ...
Ah, my darling, when over the purple horizon shall loom The shrouded mother of a new idea, men hide their ...
At the open door of the room I stand and look at the night, Hold my hand to catch the ...
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