The Crystal Lithium (James Schuyler Poems)
The smell of snow, stinging in nostrils as the wind lifts it from a beachEve-shuttering, mixed with sand, or when ...
The smell of snow, stinging in nostrils as the wind lifts it from a beachEve-shuttering, mixed with sand, or when ...
In Brooklyn when the floweringforsythia escaped the concrete patternsof tight winter daysI didn't think about longdistancesor F-117s in contrastto a ...
What can I tell you that you don't know that will make you tremble again? Forsythia by the roadside, by ...
The cluster of daffodils, variegated in color hiding, behind the yellow screened behind the forsythia Seeking out their stature their ...
Pearls of color drops of yellow hanging from the branches the forsythia beginning to bloom a chandelier of yellow hanging, ...
Like swans, hiding in the reeds the cattails, the plants A cluster of daffodils screened by the forsythia branches Their ...
Forsythia, yellow bush aflame springtime bursting into sudden bloom Memories of my childhood home the taste of the yellow petals ...
A simple basket of spring flowers. A token of my love. A tradition begun. And enduring. Iris, tulip, forsythia, quince, ...
Forsythia blooms plucked from the bush a sudden jolt back to when I was six walking to kindergarten petals curl ...
Although you sit in a room that is gray, Except for the silver Of the straw-paper, And pick At your ...
Coffee and cigarettes in a clean cafe, forsythia lit like a damp match against a thundery sky drunk on its ...
All night long the hockey pictures gaze down at you sleeping in your tracksuit. Belligerent goalies are your ideal. Threats ...
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