May (Nancy Byrd Turner Poems)
A green-thatched cottage was May's sweet home With velvet moss for a floor, And a clambering vine in the gay sunshine, And a ...
A green-thatched cottage was May's sweet home With velvet moss for a floor, And a clambering vine in the gay sunshine, And a ...
I have known honey from the Syrian hillsStored in cool jars; the wild acacia thereOn the rough terrace where the ...
Comes the British bulldog first-solid as a log-He's so ugly in repose that he's a handsome dog;Full of mild benevolence ...
Earth has borne a little son;He is a very little one.He has a head of golden hairAnd a grave, unwinking ...
I am an iconoclast. I delightIn upsetting dignified customs; In seeing their frilled petticoatsAnd pantalettes fluttering,Upturned helplessly to heaven.I like ...
They brought me a quilled, yellow dahlia, Opulent, flaunting. Round gold Flung out of a pale green stalk. Round, ripe ...
I was sitting there in the traffic, waiting for the light the heat and humidity building in the van, one ...
We wear our sober Dresses when we die, But Summer, frilled as for a Holiday Adjourns her sigh -- (Emily ...
While the sun stops, or seems to, to define a term for the indeterminable, the human aspect, here in the ...
NOW bare to the beholder's eye Your late denuded bindings lie, Subsiding slowly where they fell, A disinvested citadel; The ...
Now on the hill The fitful wind is so still That never a wimpling mist uplifts, Nor a trembling leaf ...
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