Flying (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
I was harnessed and tethered tied to the earth, not truly free but I soared, for a few moments minutes ...
I was harnessed and tethered tied to the earth, not truly free but I soared, for a few moments minutes ...
Ephemeral denizen of the dawn Emblazoned on the waking An aerosol archaeopteryx Captured for a twinkling On the heavens Feathers ...
Cou'd we stop the time that's flying Or recall itt when 'tis past Put far off the day of Dying ...
Tis true of courage I'm no mistress No Boadicia nor Thalestriss Nor shall I e'er be famed hereafter For such ...
Evening falls on palace walls shaded by flowering trees, with cry of birds flying past on their way to roost. ...
I've known ere now an interfering branch Of alder catch my lifted ax behind me. But that was in the ...
Out alone in the winter rain, Intent on giving and taking pain. But never was I far out of sight ...
Old Davis owned a solid mica mountain In Dalton that would someday make his fortune. There'd been some Boston people ...
I was a 20 year old unemployed receptionist with dyed orange dreadlocks sprouting out of my skull. I needed a ...
Es war, als hätt' der Himmel Die Erde still geküsst Dass sie im Blütenschimmer Von ihm nun träumen müsst Die ...
I Because I do not hope to turn again Because I do not hope Because I do not hope to ...
Because she could find no one else to paint a picture of the old family place where she and her ...
'Twas at the royal feast for Persia won By Philip's warlike son- Aloft in awful state The godlike hero sate ...
I PRELUDE Daughter of Psyche, pledge of that last night When, pierced with pain and bitter-sweet delight, She knew her ...
June 22, 1611 THE SHALLOP ON HUDSON BAY One sail in sight upon the lonely sea And only one, God ...
There were some worthy places where we could escape, avoid the heavy weight of living in a densely peopled space; ...
Talk to me of love with wonder in your eyes, of limber magic flying through the veiling air and soft-edged ...
The sun goes down, and over all These barren reaches by the tide Such unelusive glories fall, I almost dream ...
White founts falling in the Courts of the sun, And the Soldan of Byzantium is smiling as they run; There ...
Whoe'er she be, That not impossible she That shall command my heart and me; Where'er she lie, Locked up from ...
Budger of history Brake of time You Bomb Toy of universe Grandest of all snatched sky I cannot hate you ...
William, my teacher, my friend ! dear William and dear Dorothea ! Smooth out the folds of my letter, and ...
The day was wet, the rain fell souse Like jars of strawberry jam, a sound was heard in the ...
Tweedledee said to Alice, "You like poetry-" "Ye-es, pretty well-some poetry," Alice said doubtfully. "What shall I repeat to her," ...
"Every time we get a big gale around here some people just refuse to batten down." we estimate that ice ...
In most self-portraits it is the face that dominates: Cezanne is a pair of eyes swimming in brushstrokes, Van Gogh ...
Let me introduce to you my poetry: it's an island flying from book to book searching for the page where ...
Every month or so, Sundays, we walked the line, The limit and the boundary. Past the sweet gum Superb above ...
From the geyser ventilators Autumn winds are blowing down On a thousand business women Having baths in Camden Town Waste ...
1 The chestnut steed stood by the gate His noble master's will to wait, The woody park so green and ...
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