Heat (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
I Now is it as if Spring had never been, And Winter but a memory and dream, Here where the Summer stands, her ...
I Now is it as if Spring had never been, And Winter but a memory and dream, Here where the Summer stands, her ...
Thou pulse of hotness, who, with reedlike breast,Makest meridian music, long and loud,Accentuating summer!—Dost thy bestTo make the sunbeams fiercer, ...
What joy you take in making hotness hotter, In emphasizing dullness with your buzz, Making monotony more monotonous! When Summer comes, and drouth ...
Thou brown, bare-breasted, voiceless mystery,Hot sphinx of nature, cactus-crowned, what hast thou done?Unclothed and mute as when the groans of ...
WHEN on the West broke light from out the East, Then from the splendour and the shame of ...
The thousand streets of London grayRepel all country sights;But bar not winds upon their way,Nor quench the scent of new-mown ...
Through vaults of pain, Enribbed and wrought with groins of ghastliness, I passed, and garish spectres moved my brain To ...
No, she said, I never knew it was your first. It doesn't matter anyway. I always had an inkling that ...
THROUGH the black, rushing smoke-bursts, Thick breaks the red flame. All Etna heaves fiercely Her forest-clothed frame. Not here, O ...
Through the black, rushing smoke-bursts, Thick breaks the red flame. All Etna heaves fiercely Her forest-clothed frame. Not here, O ...
Through the black, rushing smoke-bursts, Thick breaks the red flame; All Etna heaves fiercely Her forest-clothed frame. Not here, O ...
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