Eidolons (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
The white moth-mullein brushed its slimCool, faery flowers against his knee;In places where the way lay dimThe branches, arching suddenly,Made ...
The white moth-mullein brushed its slimCool, faery flowers against his knee;In places where the way lay dimThe branches, arching suddenly,Made ...
When snow is here, and the trees look weird, And the knuckled twigs are gloved with frost;When the breath congeals in ...
When snow is here, and the trees look weird,And the knuckled twigs are gloved with frost;When the breath congeals in ...
THE proudest now is but my peer,The highest not more high;To-day, of all the weary year,A king of men am ...
The night I woke to find the sheets wet from you,like a man cast up on the beach,I hurried you ...
Killed by my cat, the thrushsits hard in my gloved hand.His feathers are his shape.Round my thought fluttersa fluff of ...
He saw through his own soul.—TennysonAlexis grew up, and through all his youthRan dreams and splendours, as a summer bowLighting ...
XXIVIf one voice, not another, must speak first, out of the silence, the stillness, the preceding- speaking clearly, speaking slowly, ...
O I forbid you, maidens a',That wear gowd on your hair,To come or gae by Carterhaugh,For young Tam Lin is ...
THREE DAMSELS in the queen's chamber, The queen's mouth was most fair;She spake a word of God's mother ...
TOWARDS the sun, towards the south-westA scorched breast.A scorched breast, breasting the sun like an answer,Like a retort.An eagle at ...
Once, on a glittering ice-field, ages and ages ago, Ung, a maker of pictures, fashioned an image of snow. Fashioned ...
This is for Elsa, also known as Liz, an ample-bosomed gospel singer: five discrete malignancies in one full breast. This ...
Shall I move the flowers again? Shall I put them further to the left into the light? Win that fix ...
Like gloved hands at the summer cotillion so were the petals of the sun touching her face, oh so delicately, ...
Jim just loves to garden, yes he does. He likes nothing better than to put on his little overalls and ...
Jim just loves to garden, yes he does. He likes nothing better than to put on his little overalls and ...
Who are these people at the bridge to meet me? They are the villagers---- The rector, the midwife, the sexton, ...
I I have loved England, dearly and deeply, Since that first morning, shining and pure, The white cliffs of Dover ...
Wheeling them in, the yard gate at half-mast with its ticking hinge, the tin bucket with a hairnet of webs, ...
"So pulse, and pulse, thou rhythmic-hearted Noon That liest, large-limbed, curved along the hills, In languid palpitation, half a-swoon With ...
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