Irradiations (John Gould Fletcher Poems)
IThe spattering of the rain upon pale terracesOf afternoon is like the passing of a dreamAmid the roses shuddering 'gainst ...
IThe spattering of the rain upon pale terracesOf afternoon is like the passing of a dreamAmid the roses shuddering 'gainst ...
Dead leaves are deep in all our forest walks; Their brightest tints not all extinguished yet, Shine redly glimmering through the dewy ...
IRest me with Chinese colours,For I think the glass is evil.IIThe wind moves above the wheat-With a silver crashing,A thin ...
"Standing between the sun and moon preservesA certain secrecy. Or seems to keepSomething inviolate if only thatHis father was an ...
Long time beside the squatter's gate A great grey Box-Tree, early, late, Or shine or rain, in silence there Had ...
The room is full of you!—As I came in And closed the door behind me, all at once A something ...
i heard a spiderand a fly arguingwait said the flydo not eat mei serve a great purposein the worldyou will ...
527To put this World down, like a Bundle-And walk steady, away,Requires Energy-possibly Agony-'Tis the Scarlet wayTrodden with straight renunciationBy the ...
With Pinions of Disdain The soul can farther fly Than any feather specified in Ornithology -- It wafts this sordid ...
To put this World down, like a Bundle -- And walk steady, away, Requires Energy -- possibly Agony -- 'Tis ...
About the size of an old-style dollar bill, American or Canadian, mostly the same whites, gray greens, and steel grays ...
1 O TAKE my hand, Walt Whitman! Such gliding wonders! such sights and sounds! Such join'd unended links, each hook'd ...
Anghiari is medieval, a sleeve sloping down A steep hill, suddenly sweeping out To the edge of a cliff, and ...
1 I SING the Body electric; The armies of those I love engirth me, and I engirth them; They will ...
It is snowing and death bugs me as stubborn as insomnia. The fierce bubbles of chalk, the little white lesions ...
The light is like a spider. It crawls over the water. It crawls over the edges of the snow. It ...
I have done it again. One year in every ten I manage it---- A sort of walking miracle, my skin ...
for Ruth Fainlight I know the bottom, she says. I know it with my great tap root; It is what ...
The artichoke of delicate heart erect in its battle-dress, builds its minimal cupola; keeps stark in its scallop of scales. ...
The room is full of you!-As I came in And closed the door behind me, all at once A something ...
Filaments of light slant like windswept rain. The orange seller hawks into the sky, a man with a hat stops ...
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