Tortoise Shell (David Herbert Lawrence Poem)
The Cross, the Cross Goes deeper in than we know, Deeper into life; Right into the marrow And through the ...
The Cross, the Cross Goes deeper in than we know, Deeper into life; Right into the marrow And through the ...
I Now it is autumn and the falling fruit and the long journey towards oblivion. The apples falling like great ...
What charm is yours, you faded old-world tapestries, Of outworn, childish mysteries, Vague pageants woven on a web of dream! ...
Cross-hatchings of rain against grey walls, Slant lines of black rain In front of the up and down, wet stone ...
Streaks of green and yellow iridescence, Silver shiftings, Rings veering out of rings, Silver -- gold -- Grey-green opaqueness sliding ...
Gone now the baby's nurse, a lioness who ruled the roost and made the Mother cry. She used to tie ...
ENDYMION. A Poetic Romance. "THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN AN ANTIQUE SONG." INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON. Book ...
The wood of the barn the creosote bleeding brown shoe polish and maple syrup colors of the boards weathered and ...
It's snowing now as I write this note. Little temporal curtains of snow like pages of paper which materialize and ...
Weathered and worn But oh so proudly The old barn preened in the summer Mid-day sun He had seen her ...
There's a breathless hush on the freeway tonight Beyond the ledges of concrete restaurants fall into dreams with candlelight couples ...
The floor is something we must fight against. Whilst seemingly mere platform for the human stance, it is that place ...
Oh give it Motion -- deck it sweet With Artery and Vein -- Upon its fastened Lips lay words -- ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
Now can you see the monument? It is of wood built somewhat like a box. No. Built like several boxes ...
We're talking different kinds of vulnerability here. These icicles aren't going to last for ever Suspended in the ultra violet ...
But I would rather be horizontal. I am not a tree with my root in the soil Sucking up minerals ...
There, a little right of Ursus Major, is the Milky Way: a man can point it out, the biggest billionfold ...
No hawk hangs over in this air: The urgent snow is everywhere. The wing adroiter than a sail Must lean ...
Dürer would have seen a reason for living in a town like this, with eight stranded whales to look at; ...
Of Man's first disobedience, and the fruit Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste Brought death into the World, and ...
She is large and matronly And rather dirty, A little sardonic-looking, as if domesticity had driven her to it. Though ...
Inscribed to the Memory of John Keats. Dear uplands, Chester's favorable fields, My large unjealous Loves, many yet one -- ...
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