Noonday Grace (John Crowe Ransom Poems)
MY good old father tucked his head, (His face the color of gingerbread) Over the table my mother had spread, And folded his ...
MY good old father tucked his head, (His face the color of gingerbread) Over the table my mother had spread, And folded his ...
My window looks upon a wood That stands as tangled as it stood When God was centuries too young To care how right ...
Arise, O Gardener! And usher in the glory of a new spring.Create conditions for 'bulbuls' (a type of bird) toHover ...
I said I will find what is lowlyand put the roots of my identitydown there:each day I'll wake upand find ...
1.Love turned me glad enough (thatfor its praise I thus employ my lay)--No man I ever led astrayby taking him ...
My fellow man I do not care for.I often ask me, What's he there for?The only answer I can findIs, ...
My fellow man I do not care for.I often ask me, What's he there for?The only answer I can findIs, ...
GOD of this Planet! for the name best fitsThe purblind view, which men of this "dim spot"Can take of THEE, ...
Name of my heroine, simply "Rose;"Surname, tolerable only in prose;Habitat, Paris,--that is whereShe resided for change of air;Aetat twenty; complexion ...
We had many problems set us when Coolgardie was a camp,When the journey to the goldfields meant a coach-fare or ...
We called him old Coyote, and we claimed that he could step;A cowboy came up from the south that had ...
It's not for us to understandHow life on earth began to be,How forms that lived within the seaShould leave the ...
I am watching Cleo listening, our cat listening to Mozart's Magic Flute. What can she be hearing? What can the ...
as we prosper in the ways of the earth we gather a burden of things sapping joy from our lives ...
You've read of several kinds of Cat, And my opinion now is that You should need no interpreter To understand ...
cold nights on the farm, a sock-shod stove-warmed flatiron slid under the covers, mornings a damascene- sealed bizarrerie of fernwork ...
I said I will find what is lowly and put the roots of my identity down there: each day I'll ...
I was never a film buff, give me Widmark and Wayne any day Saturday matin?es with Margaret Gardener still hold ...
Foreigners are people somewhere else, Natives are people at home; If the place you're at Is your habitat, You're a ...
I I have loved England, dearly and deeply, Since that first morning, shining and pure, The white cliffs of Dover ...
Another armored animal--scale lapping scale with spruce-cone regularity until they form the uninterrupted central tail-row! This near artichoke with head ...
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