Buried At Springs (James Schuyler Poems)
There is a hornet in the roomand one of us will have to goout the window into the lateAugust midafternoon ...
There is a hornet in the roomand one of us will have to goout the window into the lateAugust midafternoon ...
Come follow, heart upon your sleeve,The trail, a-teasing by,Past tasseled corn and fresh-mown hay,Trim barns and farm-house shy,Past hollyhocks and ...
BESIDE the country road with truant graceWild carrot lifts its circles of white lace.From vines whose interwoven branches drapeThe old ...
In the shadow of the cloister,There are few inclined to roisterWith the men in TonopahSwaggering to primal law.Holy wine is ...
To Ridgely Torrence On Last Looking into His 'Hesperides' I often see flowers from a passing car That are gone ...
Spires of the fireweed on the fretted sky - Tints of magenta on tranquility, Do you feel nurture for the ...
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