Red Is The Color Of Blood (Conrad Potter Aiken Poems)
Red is the color of blood, and I will seek it: I have sought it in the grass. It is ...
Red is the color of blood, and I will seek it: I have sought it in the grass. It is ...
WHEN Cyrus, call'd the younger, fought Against his king and brother,What eunuch who'd cut off the headAnd right hand ...
Above the shouting of the gale, The whipping sheet, the dashing spray, I heard, with notes ...
Guarda mi disse, le feroce ErineLet us come upon him first as if in a dream, anonymous triple presence, memory ...
a prophet half brought down.from the crossa dangling martyr.since one hinge brokethe heavy medievel doorflangs on one hinge alone.one corner ...
Seven men from all the world, back to Docks again, Rolling down the Ratcliffe Road drunk and raising Cain: Give ...
You may talk o' gin and beer When you're quartered safe out 'ere, An' you're sent to penny-fights an' Aldershot ...
Gasholders, russet among fields. Milldams, marlpools that lay unstirring. Eel-swarms. Coagulations of frogs: once, with branches and half-bricks, he battered ...
Bottomless pits. There's on in Castleton, and stout upholders of our law and order one day thought its depth worth ...
I came an errand one cloud-blowing evening To a slab-built, black-paper-covered house Of one room and one window and one ...
"Lord, being dark," I said, "I cannot bear The further touch of earth, the scented air; Lord, being dark, forewilled ...
Eternally the choking steam goes up From the black pools of seething oil. . . . How merry Those little ...
When I went out to kill myself, I caught A pack of hoodlums beating up a man. Running to spare ...
The binocular owl, fastened to a limb like a lantern all night long, sees where all the other birds sleep: ...
You are a friend then, as I make it out, Of our man Shakespeare, who alone of us Will put ...
Child of a line accurst And old as Troy, Bringer of best and worst In wild alloy- Light, like a ...
The engine is killing the track, the track is silver, It stretches into the distance. It will be eaten nevertheless. ...
Dans le fond des forêts votre image me suit. RACINE There is a panther stalks me down: One day I'll ...
Who is the happy husband? Why, indeed, 'Tis he who's useless in the time of need; Who, asked to unclasp ...
Although I have never learned to mow I suddenly found myself half-way through last year's pea-sticks and cauliflower stalks in ...
King Arthur's men have come again. They challenge everywhere The ...
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