The Socialist And The Suffragist (Charlotte Perkins Stetson Gilman Poems)
Said the Socialist to the Suffragist: "My cause is greater than yours! You only work for a Special ...
Said the Socialist to the Suffragist: "My cause is greater than yours! You only work for a Special ...
The blue jay with a crest on his headComes round the cabin in the snow.He runs in the snow like ...
I am the song, that rests upon the cloud; I am the sun I am the dawn, the day, the ...
At the meeting of the waters Where the dark tree shadows playWangaratta's sons and daughters Dream the drowsy hours away;Placid ...
WOULD you like to throw a stone at me?Here, take all that's left of my peach.Blood-red, deep;Heaven knows how it ...
Ye scowling prison bars That compass me about,I'll forge ye into armour To face the world without.Bold Aspiration's ...
398I had not minded-Walls-Were Universe-one Rock-And fr I heard his silver CallThe other side the Block-I'd tunnel-till my GroovePushed sudden ...
Music curlsIn the stone shellsOf the arches, and ringsTheir stone bells.Music lipsEach cold grooveOf parabolas' lacedWarp and woof,And lingers round ...
The Brain, within its Groove Runs evenly -- and true -- But let a Splinter swerve -- 'Twere easier for ...
I had not minded -- Walls -- Were Universe -- one Rock -- And far I heard his silver Call ...
That Love is all there is, Is all we know of Love; It is enough, the freight should be Proportioned ...
Above the ponds, beyond the valleys, The woods, the mountains, the clouds, the seas, Farther than the sun, the distant ...
At one end of the couch you sit, mute as a pillow tossed onto the upholstery. I watch you sometimes ...
Music curls In the stone shells Of the arches, and rings Their stone bells. Music lips Each cold groove Of ...
King Arthur made new knights to fill the gap Left by the Holy Quest; and as he sat In hall ...
There was a saviour Rarer than radium, Commoner than water, crueller than truth; Children kept from the sun Assembled at ...
Wilt thou not the lambkins guard? Oh, how soft and meek they look, Feeding on the grassy sward, Sporting round ...
Is it not strange? A year ago to-day, With scarce a thought beyond the hum-drum round, I did my decent ...
If we could roll back History A century, let's say, And start from there, I'm sure that we Would find ...
There's a race of men that don't fit in, A race that can't stay still; So they break the hearts ...
Dürer would have seen a reason for living in a town like this, with eight stranded whales to look at; ...
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