The Dying Poet (Cale Young Rice Poems)
Swing in thy splendour, O silent sun, Drawing my heart with thee over the west! Done is its ...
Swing in thy splendour, O silent sun, Drawing my heart with thee over the west! Done is its ...
Randall, my son, before you me just nowI saw the lean vine fingering at the latch,And through the rain I ...
When to the music of Byrd or Tallis,The ruffed boys singing in the blackened stalls,The candles lighting the small bones ...
It stole in on us like a foot-pad,Somewhere out of the sea and air,Heavy with rifling PolarisAnd the Seven Stars.It ...
Reject me not if I should say to you I do forget the sounding of your voice, I do forget ...
I How fresh the Dartle's little waves that day! A steely silver, underlined with blue, And flashing where the round ...
I How the slates of the roof sparkle in the sun, over there, over there, beyond the high wall! How ...
As I would free the white almond from the green husk So would I strip your trappings off, Beloved. And ...
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door. A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind Swirled through the trees, ...
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
ENDYMION. A Poetic Romance. "THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN AN ANTIQUE SONG." INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON. Book ...
A Brother and Sister O I admire and sorrow! The heart's eye grieves Discovering you, dark tramplers, tyrant years. A ...
A glitch in the system a check at the store denied She offered me all, all she had all she ...
Up there, on stage, strumming, fingering the frets, the neck, the metal strings of an old friend, his guitar, along ...
(In memoriam C. T. W. Sometime trooper of the Royal Horse Guards obiit H.M. prison, Reading, Berkshire July 7, 1896) ...
King Arthur made new knights to fill the gap Left by the Holy Quest; and as he sat In hall ...
Now, scarce three paces measured from the mound, We stumbled on a stationary voice, And 'Stand, who goes?' 'Two from ...
Drugs made Pauline vague. She sat one day at the breakfast table Fingering in a baffled way The fronds of ...
THE SEA at its worst drives a white foam up, The same sea sometimes so easy and rocking with green ...
I I dream of journeys repeatedly: Of flying like a bat deep into a narrowing tunnel Of driving alone, without ...
You bring me good news from the clinic, Whipping off your silk scarf, exhibiting the tight white Mummy-cloths, smiling: I'm ...
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