A Hard Frost (Cecil Day Lewis Poems)
A frost came in the night and stole my worldAnd left this changeling for it - a precociousImage of spring, ...
A frost came in the night and stole my worldAnd left this changeling for it - a precociousImage of spring, ...
Cross-ribboned shoes; a muslin gown, High-waisted, girdled with bright blue; A straw poke bonnet which hid the frown She pluckered ...
At last you yielded up the album, which Once open, sent me distracted. All your ages Matt and glossy on ...
In the broken light, in owl weather, Webs on the lawn where the leaves end, I took the thin moon ...
We've sent our little Cupids all ashore -- They were frightened, they were tired, they were cold: Our sails of ...
Brooding on the eightieth letter of Fors Clavigera, I speak this in memory of my grandmother, whose childhood and prime ...
For the Visitors' Book at the Inn Who long for rest, who look for pleasure Away from counter, court, or ...
SOME wit, handsome form and gen'rous mind; A triple engine prove in love we find; By these the strongest fortresses ...
A vagueness comes over everything, as though proving color and contour alike dispensable: the lighthouse extinct, the islands' spruce-tips drunk ...
1) Sleeping birds, lead me, soft birds, be me inside this black room, back of the white moon. In the ...
The bear that breathes the northern blast Did numb, torpedo-like, a wasp Whose stiffened limbs encramped, lay bathing In Sol's ...
This day winding down now At God speeded summer's end In the torrent salmon sun, In my seashaken house On ...
'There sinks the nebulous star we call the Sun, If that hypothesis of theirs be sound' Said Ida; 'let us ...
WHEN cold December Froze to grisamber The jangling bells on the sweet rose-trees-- Then fading slow And furred is the ...
He's the man from Eldorado, and he's just arrived in town, In moccasins and oily buckskin shirt. He's gaunt as ...
Through frost-thick weather This witch sidles, fingers crooked, as if Caught in a hazardous medium that might Merely by its ...
In the rectory garden on his evening walk Paced brisk Father Shawn. A cold day, a sodden one it was ...
I wish it were spring in the world. Let it be spring! Come, bubbling, surging tide of sap! Come, rush ...
Out of burlap sacks, out of bearing butter, Out of black bean and wet slate bread, Out of the acids ...
"I've been where it hurts." the Kid He becomes Sierra Kid I passed Slimgullion, Morgan Mine, Camp Seco, and the ...
A Story of Christmas Eve. Strange that the termagant winds should scold The Christmas Eve so bitterly! But Wife, and ...
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