Winged Man (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
The moon, a sweeping scimitar, dipped in the stormy straits, The dawn, a crimson cataract, burst through the eastern gates, ...
The moon, a sweeping scimitar, dipped in the stormy straits, The dawn, a crimson cataract, burst through the eastern gates, ...
Well, I was tired of life; the silly folk, The tiresome noises, all the common things I loved once, crushed ...
A RETURN TO THE COVER OF THIS BOOK Dear Trout Fishing in America: I met your friend Fritz in Washington ...
SEA, SEA RIDER The man who owned the bookstore was not magic. He was not a three-legged crow on the ...
WORSEWICK Worsewick Hot Springs was nothing fancy. Somebody put some boards across the creek. That was it. The boards dammed ...
A Thurn Among them marble where the man may lie lie chieftains grand in final phase, or pause, 'O rare ...
Dapples my floor the eastern sun, my house faces north, I have nothing to say except that it dapples my ...
Plop, plop. The lobster toppled in the pot, fulfilling, dislike man, his destiny, glowing fire-red, succulent, and on the whole ...
The greens of the Ganges delta foliate. Of heartless youth made late aware he pled: Brownies, please come. To Henry ...
Bards freezing, naked, up to the neck in water, wholly in dark, time limited, different from initiations now: the class ...
Hey, out there!â?"assistant professors, full, associates,â?"instructorsâ?"othersâ?"anyâ?" I have a sing to shay. We are assembled here in the capital city ...
Some good people, daring & subtle voices and their tense faces, as I think of it I see sank underground. ...
I'm scared a lonely. Never see my son, easy be not to see anyone, combers out to sea know they're ...
Disengaged, bloody, Henry rose from the shell where in theior racing start his seat got wedged under his knifing knees, ...
His mother goes. The mother comes & goes. Chen Lung's too came, came and crampt & then that dragoner's mother ...
The high ones die, die. They die. You look up and who's there? â?"Easy, easy, Mr Bones. I is on ...
Of all the streets that blur in to the sunset, There must be one (which, I am not sure) That ...
Christ God who savest man, save most Of men Count Gismond who saved me! Count Gauthier, when he chose his ...
Si credere dignum est.--Virgil, Georgics, III, 390 Oh, worthy of belief I hold it was, Virgil, your legend in those ...
I. Stand still, true poet that you are! I know you; let me try and draw you. Some night you'll ...
SHORTLY AFTER THE REVIVAL OF LEARNING IN EUROPE. Let us begin and carry up this corpse, Singing together. Leave we ...
The rain set early in tonight, The sullen wind was soon awake, It tore the elm-tops down for spite, And ...
Cass was the youngest and most beautiful of 5 sisters. Cass was the most beautiful girl in town. 1/2 Indian ...
I am in need of music that would flow Over my fretful, feeling finger-tips, Over my bitter-tainted, trembling lips, With ...
For John Malcolm Brinnin and Bill Read: Duxbury It was cold and windy, scarcely the day to take a walk ...
Although it is a cold evening, down by one of the fishhouses an old man sits netting, his net, in ...
Days that cannot bring you near or will not, Distance trying to appear something more obstinate, argue argue argue with ...
In the cold, cold parlor my mother laid out Arthur beneath the chromographs: Edward, Prince of Wales, with Princess Alexandra, ...
on years, on the dance of whispers. where have we gone when the merry pranksters painted the soul of a ...
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
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