America Remembers (Paul Engle Poems)
HERE by this midland lake, the sand-shored waterThat pulses with no sea-tide heart, where the grainOf a nation pauses on ...
HERE by this midland lake, the sand-shored waterThat pulses with no sea-tide heart, where the grainOf a nation pauses on ...
From the well-springs of Hudson, the sea-cliffs of Maine,Grave men, sober matrons, you gather again;And, with hearts warmer grown as ...
There's a rather indistinct human anxiety all around in the day's light:on streets, in alleys, on tram line tracks and ...
In the very beginnings of science, the parsons, who managed things then,Being handy with hammer and chisel, made gods in ...
Too early a death for those who younghave lost prophecy in blast and flame.The broken have been assembledas best could ...
In this direction my father turned his face,With his prayer shawl over his head.Here are the fields and forestsHe walked ...
It chanced one day, in the middle of May, There came to the great King SploshA policeman, who said, while ...
I wonder sometimes if the soldiers lyingunder the soil, wrapped in their coats like beggarssleeping under an arch, their hands ...
CLICK, click! how the needles goThrough the busy fingers, to and fro--With no bright colors of berlin wool,Delicate hands today ...
Stunned by the world, I reached an agewhen I threw punches at air and cried to myself.Listening to the speech ...
If I walk the noisy streets,Or enter a many thronged church,Or sit among the wild young generation,I give way to ...
I'm not sure there will be walls or eyes but if there are this portrait may be wondered at. Let ...
A whisper flies to the empty sleevePinned on the braidless coatAnd a rumor bushes the scarred young cheek.of a man ...
The old Jimmy Woodser comes into the bar Unwelcomed, unnoticed, unknown, Too old and too odd to be drunk with, ...
Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! The world is holy! The ...
Millions of babies watching the skies Bellies swollen, with big round eyes On Jessore Road--long bamboo huts Noplace to shit ...
Once I saw mountains angry, And ranged in battle-front. Against them stood a little man; Aye, he was no bigger ...
1 Ye heavenly spirits, whose ashy cinders lie Under deep ruins, with huge walls opprest, But not your praise, the ...
"The past is a bucket of ashes." 1 THE WOMAN named To-morrow sits with a hairpin in her teeth and ...
For Linda Foster I Because we used to have leaves and on damp days our muscles feel a tug, painful ...
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