Festus – XIV (Philip James Bailey Poems)
Even while a starMight twinkle twice, or calm, retiring sea,Irresolute yet to leave, his moonlit kissShimmering repeat upon the impassive ...
Even while a starMight twinkle twice, or calm, retiring sea,Irresolute yet to leave, his moonlit kissShimmering repeat upon the impassive ...
And on such grounds it is that those who heldThe stuff of things is fire, and out of fireAlone the ...
And on such grounds it is that those who heldThe stuff of things is fire, and out of fireAlone the ...
Sailing Sailingunder the creatura ridge,and this less or more than obscure,obsequious life follows the livesof flies on beach."I'm so happy," ...
Sprung of the father blood, the mother brain,Are they who point our pathway and sustain.They rarely meet; one soars, one ...
All those times I was bored out of my mind. Holding the log while he sawed it. Holding the string ...
Blue diaphane, tobacco smoke Serpentine on wet film and wood glaze, Mutes chrome, wreathes velvet drapes, Dims the cave of ...
Unspeakable. The word that fills up the poem, that the head tries to excise. At 6 a.m., the wet lion. ...
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