The Old Water Mill (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
Wild ridge on ridge the wooded hills arise,Between whose breezy vistas gulfs of skiesPilot great clouds like towering argosies,And hawk ...
Wild ridge on ridge the wooded hills arise,Between whose breezy vistas gulfs of skiesPilot great clouds like towering argosies,And hawk ...
NOVEMBER 3, 1864O EVEN-HANDED Nature! we confessThis life that men so honor, love, and blessHas filled thine olden measure. Not ...
(It is reported that women in Stuttgart have been forbidden by military proclamation to cast amorous glances on the British ...
Standing before the mirror of silencewith her hands in her hair,Barbara pours into her glass bodysilver droplets of her voice.And ...
There is a knocking in the skull,An endless silent shoutOf something beating on a wall,And crying, "Let me out!"That solitary ...
Cuckoo, are you calling me,Or is it a voice of wizardry?In these woodlands I am lost,From glade to glade of ...
They are fighters, but they're not the hero kind;They are just a gang of grimy sailormen.They're the knights of crank ...
Still dark. I don't trustthe newspaper that ignores me."The accused murderer hada disturbed childhood."I shouldn't worry. As Ithink this the ...
Love has no triumph and no future crown For feeble hearts, that cannot stand the test Of adverse fortunes--trials wellnigh ...
It is almost threeI sit at the marble topsorting poems, miserablethe little lamp glows feeblyI don't glow at allI have ...
for Greg Fallon A kid yells "Mother Fucker" out the school bus window. I don't think anyone notices the afternoon ...
Wet dull brown oak leaves red maple, yellow birch, fell in showers, amidst the big secondary rain drops under the ...
I am standing on a disused iron bridge that was erected in 1902, according to the iron plaque bolted into ...
The state with the prettiest name, the state that floats in brackish water, held together by mangrave roots that bear ...
There is a knocking in the skull, An endless silent shout Of something beating on a wall, And crying, "Let ...
--The Carpathian Frontier, October, 1968 --for my brother Once, in a foreign country, I was suddenly ill. I was driving ...
to find the origin, trace back the manifestations. Tao Between being and non-being barely there these sails of water, ice, ...
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