Green Symphony (John Gould Fletcher Poems)
IThe glittering leaves of the rhododendronsBalance and vibrate in the cool air;While in the sky above themWhite clouds chase each ...
IThe glittering leaves of the rhododendronsBalance and vibrate in the cool air;While in the sky above themWhite clouds chase each ...
Reubens, river of forgetfulness, garden of sloth,Pillow of wet flesh that one cannot love,But where life throngs and seethes without ...
A peaceful spot, a little street, So still between the double roarOf sea and city that it seemed A rest in music, ...
They pass through the great iron gates -Men with eyes gravely discerning,Skilled to appraise the tunnage of cranesOr split an ...
The blazing rays of sunshine, little by little, condense; and the South Wind, with its swirls of dust, returns and ...
John Brown and Jeanne at Fontainebleau- 'Twas Toussaint, just a year ago; Crimson and copper was the glow Of all ...
In a desert, once, on a hunt did I find,With a radiant smile, a flower so fair;Sadly, I approached and ...
I would if I could choose Age and die outwards as a tulip does; Not as this iris drawing in, ...
What instinct forces man to journey on, Urged by a longing blind but dominant! Nothing he sees can hold him, ...
This is not the way I am. Really, I am much taller in person, the hairline I conceal reaches back ...
Reubens, river of forgetfulness, garden of sloth, Pillow of wet flesh that one cannot love, But where life throngs and ...
On the ragged edge of the world I'll roam, And the home of the wolf shall be my home, And ...
Between me and the sunset, like a dome Against the glory of a world on fire, Now burned a sudden ...
To Jena Woodhouse This way of minutes miserably mixed With their own blinks misunderstood By birds and trees, this eye-born ...
Some people find out they are Jews. They can't believe it. Thy had always hated Jews. As children they had ...
Fortune teller that I AM, My crystal ball sees ALL. Clairvoyant, the man's libido is flamBOYant. I SEE: ANIMAL MAGNETISM. ...
When you went, how was it you carried with you My missal book of fine, flamboyant hours? My book of ...
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