Watering the Sun (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A line of sun growing against the wall of the house warmed by the edge of the foundation a line ...
A line of sun growing against the wall of the house warmed by the edge of the foundation a line ...
Just fallen petals in the wet green grass shimmering in the late afternoon filtered sunlight after the rain rich color, ...
A heavy husk thick dark shell no obstacle for one with a will to live a need to grow, warm ...
A moonbeam floateth from the skies, Whispering, "Heigho, my dearie! I would spin a web before your eyes,-- A beautiful ...
What art thou, SPLEEN, which ev'ry thing dost ape? Thou Proteus to abus'd Mankind, Who never yet thy real Cause ...
Above the tower -- a lone, twice-sized moon. On the cold river passing night-filled homes, It scatters restless gold across ...
It snowed in spring on earth so dry and warm The flakes could find no landing place to form. Hordes ...
I WALKED down alone Sunday after church To the place where John has been cutting trees To see for myself ...
A winter garden in an alder swamp, Where conies now come out to sun and romp, As near a paradise ...
Mary sat musing on the lamp-flame at the table Waiting for Warren. When she heard his step, She ran on ...
A blackbird lands A good beer-barrel A man sits in a cave knitting A theatre in Copenhagen Abask the sea-wall ...
A week ago I had a fire To warm my feet, my hands and face; Cold winds, that never make ...
Come, let us find a cottage, love, That's green for half a mile around; To laugh at every grumbling bee, ...
O garden isle, beloved by Sun and Sea, -- Whose bluest billows kiss thy curving bays, Whose amorous light enfolds ...
IN HOLLAND The laggard winter ebbed so slow With freezing rain and melting snow, It seemed as if the earth ...
I have had enough. I gasp for breath. Every way ends, every road, every foot-path leads at last to the ...
Ourselves were wed one summer -- dear -- Your Vision -- was in June -- And when Your little Lifetime ...
New feet within my garden go -- New fingers stir the sod -- A Troubadour upon the Elm Betrays the ...
My Garden -- like the Beach -- Denotes there be -- a Sea -- That's Summer -- Such as These ...
I tend my flowers for thee -- Bright Absentee! My Fuchsia's Coral Seams Rip -- while the Sower -- dreams ...
I learned -- at least -- what Home could be -- How ignorant I had been Of pretty ways of ...
How dare the robins sing, When men and women hear Who since they went to their account Have settled with ...
Where I have lost, I softer tread -- I sow sweet flower from garden bed -- I pause above that ...
We should not mind so small a flower -- Except it quiet bring Our little garden that we lost Back ...
I haven't told my garden yet -- Lest that should conquer me. I haven't quite the strength now To break ...
Baffled for just a day or two -- Embarrassed -- not afraid -- Encounter in my garden An unexpected Maid. ...
For more than a billion years we've been nearly out of water; sincerely, a need repeatedly exposed in calamitous reports ...
"To Lionel Engers-Kennedy: to the memory of Hargrave Jennings: and to A. C. W. G. and H. E. H." Beneath ...
"To Lionel Engers-Kennedy: to the memory of Hargrave Jennings: and to A. C. W. G. and H. E. H." Beneath ...
1) Sleeping birds, lead me, soft birds, be me inside this black room, back of the white moon. In the ...
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