Homeward Bound (Perceval Gibbon Poems)
It's goodbye now to Africa, but kiss your hand againTo the upland trek and the old trade road and kop ...
It's goodbye now to Africa, but kiss your hand againTo the upland trek and the old trade road and kop ...
My voice is you.I see you breathing throughThe tones you made.With subtle power builtOut of your soul and brain.How can ...
Here in this land no one gets ridiculebut he who tells the truth. He then must standdefenseless and attract some ...
TO grow older is this:To feel on the first roseThe breath malign and fellOf the first icicle,And in the earliest ...
We went out of our minds with the easy life,Wine from morning on, hungover by evening,How can I keep this ...
The blazing rays of sunshine, little by little, condense; and the South Wind, with its swirls of dust, returns and ...
The first flush of grey light, the herald of daylight,Is dimly outlining the musterer's camp,Where over the sleeping, the stealthily ...
The war, though we dislike it quite a bit,Is sometimes laughable, you must admit.0 Lord, the lectures we have had ...
Not knowing him well enough unable to call him irascible, a fire in his belly, certainly gregarious in the smile ...
Piercing eyes, that smile natty attire, just so, sharing a moment with you in passing the peace a bit of ...
His ears needing assistance his eyes struggle some too his legs ache so But the firmness of his handshake something ...
No mystery, save for your grace your birth, death, resurrection, mystery enough; An open hand, open arms of love no ...
Leading us to our seats, watching the congregation, caring for the flock from the back of the sanctuary, from the ...
Weekly payments, cash payments for the work performed, day by day helping them and their family, do what is right, ...
Calloused hands hearty handshake Bright eyes and easy smile consumed his face Brothers we are Mi Amigo, and confidante, through ...
For Brenda Williams La lune diminue; divin septembre. Divine September the moon wanes. Pierre Jean Jouve Themes for poems and ...
WRITE your wishes on the door and come in. Stand outside in the pools of the harvest moon. Bring in ...
INTO the gulf and the pit of the dark night, the cold night, there is a man goes into the ...
I WAS born on the prairie and the milk of its wheat, the red of its clover, the eyes of ...
Earth no longer hymns the Creator, the seven days of wonder, the Garden is over - all the stories are ...
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