Fruit of the Flower (Countee Cullen Poem)
My father is a quiet man With sober, steady ways; For simile, a folded fan; His nights are like his ...
My father is a quiet man With sober, steady ways; For simile, a folded fan; His nights are like his ...
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon; And, if the sun looks through, 'tis with a face Beamless ...
The frog half fearful jumps across the path, And little mouse that leaves its hole at eve Nimbles with timid ...
When midnight comes a host of dogs and men Go out and track the badger to his den, And put ...
ALONG the banks where Babel's current flows Our captive bands in deep despondence stray'd, While Zion's fall in sad remembrance ...
O stay, harmonious and sweet sounds, that die In the long vaultings of this ancient fane! Stay, for I may ...
'The mist is resting on the hill; The smoke is hanging in the air; The very clouds are standing still: ...
Fair was the evening and brightly the sun Was shining on desert and grove, Sweet were the breezes and balmy ...
I know it's a bad title but I'm giving it to myself as a gift on a day nearly canceled ...
To him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for ...
It is a sultry day; the sun has drank The dew that lay upon the morning grass, There is no ...
To exalt, enthrone, establish and defend, To welcome home mankind's mysterious friend Wine, true begetter of all arts that be; ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
Oh! snatched away in beauty's bloom, On thee shall press no ponderous tomb; But on thy turf shall roses rear ...
A hemorrhage of his left ear of Good Fridayâ?" so help me Jesusâ?"then made funny too the other, further one. ...
HERE is the chamber consecrate, Wherein this maiden delicate, And enigmatically sedate, Fans herself while the moments creep, Upon her ...
When, by decree of the supreme power, The Poet appears in this annoyed world, His mother, blasphemous out of horror ...
But do not let us quarrel any more, No, my Lucrezia; bear with me for once: Sit down and all ...
I. My first thought was, he lied in every word, That hoary cripple, with malicious eye Askance to watch the ...
MY lov'd, my honour'd, much respected friend! No mercenary bard his homage pays; With honest pride, I scorn each selfish ...
This is the house of Bedlam. This is the man that lies in the house of Bedlam. This is the ...
Here on the pale beach, in the darkness; With the full moon just to rise; They sit alone, and look ...
He, in the room above, grown old and tired, She, in the room below-his floor her ceiling- Pursue their separate ...
Now, when the moon slid under the cloud And the cold clear dark of starlight fell, He heard in his ...
As evening falls, And the yellow lights leap one by one Along high walls; And along black streets that glisten ...
The warm sun dreams in the dust, the warm sun falls On bright red roofs and walls; The trees in ...
Round white clouds roll slowly above the housetops, Over the clear red roofs they flow and pass. A flock of ...
Midnight; bells toll, and along the cloud-high towers The golden lights go out . . . The yellow windows darken, ...
Southeast, and storm, and every weathervane shivers and moans upon its dripping pin, ragged on chimneys the cloud whips, the ...
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