Retroduction To American History (Allen Tate Poems)
Cats walk the floor at midnight; that enemy of fog,The moon, wraps the bedpost in receding stillness; sleepCollects all weary ...
Cats walk the floor at midnight; that enemy of fog,The moon, wraps the bedpost in receding stillness; sleepCollects all weary ...
Hark to the guns, one a penny, two a penny, hotcross buns,Cannons and shells, Bombardier Wells, Looting and shooting, and ...
On the far hill the cloud of thunder grew And sunlight blurred below; but sultry blue ...
It was my home, not ringed with roses blowing, Nor set in meadows where cool waters croon; Parched ...
In beauty ...
I Hoops Blue and pink sashes, Criss-cross shoes, Minna and Stella run out into the garden To play at hoop. ...
Tempora labuntur, tacitisque senescimus annis, Et fugiunt freno non remorante dies. Ovid, Fastorum, Lib. vi. "O C?sar, we who are ...
ENDYMION. A Poetic Romance. "THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN AN ANTIQUE SONG." INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON. Book ...
Wise men in their bad hours have envied The little people making merry like grasshoppers In spots of sunlight, hardly ...
"...a frozen memory, like any photo, where nothing is missing, not even, and especially, nothingness..." -- Julio Cortázar, "Blow Up" ...
Of all the opry-houses then obtaining in the West The one which Milton Tootle owned was, by all odds, the ...
The frog half fearful jumps across the path, And little mouse that leaves its hole at eve Nimbles with timid ...
I Many ingenious lovely things are gone That seemed sheer miracle to the multitude, protected from the circle of the ...
The oleander on the wall Grows crimson in the dawning light, Though the grey shadows of the night Lie yet ...
Relieved, I let the book fall behind a stone. I climb a slight rise of grass. I do not want ...
(for Rona, Jeremy, Sam & Grace) All the lizards are asleep-- perched pagodas with tiny triangular tiles, each milky lid ...
Between me and the sunset, like a dome Against the glory of a world on fire, Now burned a sudden ...
The railway rattled and roared and swung With jolting and bumping trucks. The sun, like a billiard red ball, hung ...
I don't remember the word I wished to say. The blind swallow returns to the hall of shadow, on shorn ...
Once I loved a fairy, Queen Mab it was. Her voice Was like a little Fountain That bids the birds ...
A little colt - broncho, loaned to the farm To be broken in time without fury or harm, Yet black ...
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