The Elementary Scene (Randall Jarrell Poem)
Looking back in my mind I can see The white sun like a tin plate Over the wooden turning of ...
Looking back in my mind I can see The white sun like a tin plate Over the wooden turning of ...
A bird that I don't know, Hunched on his light-pole like a scarecrow, Looks sideways out into the wheat The ...
What is unwisdom but the lusting after Longevity: to be old and full of days! For the vast and unremitting ...
These numbered cliffs and gnarls of masonry Outskeleton Time's central city, Rome; Whereof each arch, entablature, and dome Lies bare ...
I I have lived with shades so long, And talked to them so oft, Since forth from cot and croft ...
"O lonely workman, standing there In a dream, why do you stare and stare At her grave, as no other ...
We two kept house, the Past and I, The Past and I; I tended while it hovered nigh, Leaving me ...
I leant upon a coppice gate When Frost was spectre-gray, And Winter's dregs made desolate The weakening eye of day. ...
by a dank and ancient coffin in the gaunt and gloomy hall alone and sighing deeply crouched the sorriest crone ...
Christ of His gentleness Thirsting and hungering, Walked in the wilderness; Soft words of grace He spoke Unto lost desert-folk ...
For Carl Solomon I I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves ...
I Like a gaunt, scraggly pine Which lifts its head above the mournful sandhills; And patiently, through dull years of ...
(A BALLAD IN THE ANGLO-SAXON TONGUE) When to the dreary greenwood gloam Winfreda's husband strode that day, The fair Winfreda ...
A winter garden in an alder swamp, Where conies now come out to sun and romp, As near a paradise ...
I LEFT you in the morning, And in the morning glow, You walked a way beside me To make me ...
I Alphonso live and learn, Seeing nature go astern. Things deteriorate in kind, Lemons run to leaves and rind, Meagre ...
I The roaring of Te Whaiau intake weir intrudes as sleep eludes again to soar across the lake on white-tipped, ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
I've quenched my lamp, I struck it in that start Which every limb convulsed, I heard it fall The crash ...
A little while, a little while, The weary task is put away, And I can sing and I can smile, ...
Is it the hour? We leave this resting-place Made fair by one another for a while. Now, for a god-speed, ...
Sir, since the last Elizabethan died, Or, rather, that more Paradisal muse, Blind with much light, passed to the light ...
How can we find? how can we rest? how can We, being gods, win joy, or peace, being man? We, ...
(A Virginia Legend.) The Planting of the Hemp. Captain Hawk scourged clean the seas (Black is the gap below the ...
When, by decree of the supreme power, The Poet appears in this annoyed world, His mother, blasphemous out of horror ...
I. It is a lie---their Priests, their Pope, Their Saints, their ... all they fear or hope Are lies, ...
I. My first thought was, he lied in every word, That hoary cripple, with malicious eye Askance to watch the ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
Coldly, sadly descends The autumn-evening. The field Strewn with its dank yellow drifts Of wither'd leaves, and the elms, Fade ...
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