Childhood – III (John Kenyon Poems)
TO--- So when, mere child, I crossed the Atlantic tide, Ah! ne'er to see our Carib isle again- There, as it chanced, the ...
TO--- So when, mere child, I crossed the Atlantic tide, Ah! ne'er to see our Carib isle again- There, as it chanced, the ...
August struck out compellingbranches to crack, a tidal creekto babble mangrove leaf; came wheelingover tough headlands; bruised your mouth.Danger was ...
BOOK IV.So did that youth choose Duty before Love:And so determination drove awayThe doubts that held him with ungainly checkWavering—for ...
IFlat as to an eagle's eye,Earth hung under Attila.Sign for carnage gave he none.In the peace of his disdain,Sun and ...
SEE! yonder badgeman with that glowing face,A meteor shining in this sober place!Vast sums were paid, and many years were ...
1.LORD, I do choose the higher than my will.I would be handled by thy nursing armsAfter thy will, not my ...
1.WE are a shadow and a shining, we!One moment nothing seems but what we see,Nor aught to rule but common ...
Of what she said to me that night-no matter.The strange thing came next day.My brain was full of music-something she ...
Of what she said to me that night-no matter. The strange thing came next day. My brain was full of ...
What are these women up to? They've gone and strung Drapes over the windows, cutting out light And the slightest ...
A civic lady, peerly proudOf excellences that here crowd About her trim, well-ordered streets: The visitor she warmly greetsE'er with ...
Let our last hour wonderingly Upon some lonesome shore he spent, 'Mid whisperings of wind and sea, Hinting a god's ...
Goodbye, lady in Bangor, who sent me snapshots of yourself, after definitely hinting you were beautiful; goodbye, Miami Beach urologist, ...
By the Laws of the Family Circle 'tis written in letters of brass That only a Colonel from Chatham can ...
A new white crown sneaking out, peeking out not quite ready to burst on the scene to present itself, show ...
There were three in the meadow by the brook Gathering up windrows, piling cocks of hay, With an eye always ...
An ingenuity too astonishing to be quite fortuitous is this bog full of sundews, sphagnum- lined and shaped like a ...
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
Of what she said to me that night-no matter. The strange thing came next day. My brain was full of ...
arrive. The Ladies from the Ladies' Betterment League Arrive in the afternoon, the late light slanting In diluted gold bars ...
The boys had come back from the races All silent and down on their luck; They'd backed 'em, straight out ...
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