Night: San Francisco (Deborah Ager Poem)
Rain drenches the patio stones. All night was spent waiting for an earthquake, and instead water stains sand with its ...
Rain drenches the patio stones. All night was spent waiting for an earthquake, and instead water stains sand with its ...
Florida An Airedale rolling through green frost, cabbage palms pointing their accusing leaves at whom, petulant waves breaking at my ...
from Senlin: A Biography It is morning, Senlin says, and in the morning When the light drips through the shutters ...
Up the airy mountain, Down the rushy glen, We daren't go a-hunting For fear of little men; Wee folk, good ...
Little Cowboy, what have you heard, Up on the lonely rath's green mound? Only the plaintive yellow bird Sighing in ...
Doleful was the land, Dull on, every side, Neither soft n'or grand, Barren, bleak, and wide; Nothing look'd with love; ...
Here the white-ray'd anemone is born, Wood-sorrel, and the varnish'd buttercup; And primrose in its purfled green swathed up, Pallid ...
Adieu to Belashanny! where I was bred and born; Go where I may, I'll think of you, as sure as ...
O pale green sea, With long, pale, purple clouds above - What lies in me like weight of love ? ...
See how a Seed, which Autumn flung down, And through the Winter neglected lay, Uncoils two little green leaves and ...
Gray, gray is Abbey Assaroe, by Belashanny town, It has neither door nor window, the walls are broken down; The ...
Far from the churchyard dig his grave, On some green mound beside the wave; To westward, sea and sky alone, ...
I live, I die, I burn, I drown I endure at once chill and cold Life is at once too ...
WHAT thing shall be held up to woman's beauty? Where are the bounds of it? Yea, what is all The ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
She ONLY to be twin elements of joy In this extravagance of Being, Love, Were our divided natures shaped in ...
Why do you always stand there shivering Between the white stream and the road? The people pass through the dust ...
I The bitterness. the misery, the wretchedness of childhood Put me out of love with God. I can't believe in ...
I Like a gondola of green scented fruits Drifting along the dark canals of Venice, You, O exquisite one, Have ...
Brighter shone the golden shadows; On the cool wind softly came The low, sweet tones of happy flowers, Singing little ...
O flower at my window Why blossom you so fair, With your green and purple cup Upturned to sun and ...
Now the day is done, Now the shepherd sun Drives his white flocks from the sky; Now the flowers rest ...
I have come, alas, to the great circle of shadow, to the short day and to the whitening hills, when ...
Miss Lloyd has now sent to Miss Green, As, on opening the box, may be seen, Some years of a ...
I don't know somehow it seems sufficient to see and hear whatever coming and going is, losing the self to ...
You'll rejoice at how many kinds of shit there are: gosling shit (which J. Williams said something was as green ...
I said I will find what is lowly and put the roots of my identity down there: each day I'll ...
Far from the Rappahannock, the silent Danube moves along toward the sea. The brown and green Nile rolls slowly Like ...
Something strange is creeping across me. La Celestina has only to warble the first few bars Of "I Thought about ...
The first of the undecoded messages read: "Popeye sits in thunder, Unthought of. From that shoebox of an apartment, From ...
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