A Love Poem (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
For my love, for my beautiful wife I love you more, so much more, in missing you, wanting you with ...
For my love, for my beautiful wife I love you more, so much more, in missing you, wanting you with ...
A piece of her past conjured up in the haze of the burning sage, the haunting sounds of the wolf, ...
They were quite a pair clash of cultures within these proud Quebecois each speaking a language I don't share with ...
A patina of haze filled my vision hung heavy in the shimmering air high in the nineties they said but ...
Like a thick cluster of ripe Concord grapes The blueberries hung on the bush Eager for my grasp, their liberation ...
Was it the warm winds down from the Pyrenees Or maybe Poseidon's breath off the Mediterranean That stirred the Spanish ...
I often pause to wonder of the two sides of the man from the Balkans who graced my life with ...
Good editor Dana--God bless him, we say-- Will soon be afloat on the main, Will be steaming away Through the ...
What conversazzhyonies wuz I really did not know, For that, you must remember, wuz a powerful spell ago; The camp ...
Oh, come with me to the Happy Isles In the golden haze off yonder, Where the song of the sun-kissed ...
As far as I can see this autumn haze That spreading in the evening air both way, Makes the new ...
Thousand minstrels woke within me, "Our music's in the hills; "- Gayest pictures rose to win me, Leopard-colored rills. Up!-If ...
I In my beginning is my end. In succession Houses rise and fall, crumble, are extended, Are removed, destroyed, restored, ...
Now in the oak the sap of life is welling, Tho' to the bough the rusty leafage clings; Now on ...
I PRELUDE Daughter of Psyche, pledge of that last night When, pierced with pain and bitter-sweet delight, She knew her ...
I Thou who hast made thy dwelling fair With flowers beneath, above with starry lights, And set thine altars everywhere,-- ...
If I could but forget The fullness of those first sweet days, When you burst sun-like thro' the haze Of ...
The Mountains stood in Haze -- The Valleys stopped below And went or waited as they liked The River and ...
My first well Day -- since many ill -- I asked to go abroad, And take the Sunshine in my ...
Midsummer, was it, when They died -- A full, and perfect time -- The Summer closed upon itself In Consummated ...
Besides the Autumn poets sing A few prosaic days A little this side of the snow And that side of ...
Answer July -- Where is the Bee -- Where is the Blush -- Where is the Hay? Ah, said July ...
These are the days when Birds come back -- A very few -- a Bird or two -- To take ...
Whangaehu waters, hot-spilled from the cauldron of Crater Lake, swirling mud-green from the cup between Tahurangi and Pyramid Peak, sulphurous, ...
We are the vagabonds of time, And rove the yellow autumn days, When all the roads are gray with rime ...
I like the old house tolerably well, Where I must dwell Like a familiar gnome; And yet I never shall ...
Since all, that beat about in Nature's range, Or veer or vanish ; why should'st thou remain The only constant ...
Bells are booming down the bohreens, White the mist along the grass, Now the Julias, Maeves and Maureens Move between ...
This is the time of day when we in the Mens's ward Think "one more surge of the pain and ...
Miss J.Hunter Dunn, Miss J.Hunter Dunn, Furnish'd and burnish'd by Aldershot sun, What strenuous singles we played after tea, We ...
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