Death (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
THROUGH some strange sense of sight or touchI find what all have found before,The presence I have feared so much,The ...
THROUGH some strange sense of sight or touchI find what all have found before,The presence I have feared so much,The ...
The misty rain makes dim my face, The night's black cloak is o'er me; I tread the dripping cypress-place, A flickering light before ...
The Representation.ARGUMENT. Mundus Opes, Animam Coelum, Terramque resumpsit Terra: DEUS, Vitam cum tulit, Ipse dedit. Solus Amor facit esse DEUM; ...
Pennsylvania, 1948-1949The garden of Nature opens. The grass at the threshold is green. And an almond tree begins to bloom. ...
The room is full of you!—As I came in And closed the door behind me, all at once A something ...
The theme of the traditional poet Was not of life. In the barren expanse of his imagination He conversed with ...
My spirit only lived to look on Beauty's face,As only when they clasp the arms seem served aright;As in their ...
AY, in thy face, old fellow! Now's the time. The Black Sea wind flaps my tent-roof, nor wakes These lads ...
MY tent stands in a gardenOf aster and goldenrod,Tilled by the rain and the sunshine,And sown by the hand of ...
The breath of the ocean my cradle is, Which the sun draws up from the blue abyss, And the upper ...
For whatever did it-the cider at the Ship Inn, where the crowd from the bar that night had overflowed singing ...
I am the word that lovers leave unsaid, The eloquence of ardent lips grown mute, The mourning ...
O miracle, O immaterial fire of faith, O astoundingly acting might, O fiery talisman, O unsolvable mystery, There, a Seraphim ...
Say, if such blandishments did ever greetThy charmed soul; hast thou not crav'd to die?Hast not thine immaterial seem'd but ...
The little quids, the million quids, The everywhere, everything, always quids, The atoms of the Monoton- Each turned three essences ...
How dare the robins sing, When men and women hear Who since they went to their account Have settled with ...
Now Night came down, and rose full soon That patroness of rogues, the Moon; Beneath whose kind protecting ray, Wolves, ...
for Brenda Williams The dawn cracked with ice, with fire grumbling in the grate, With ire in the homes we ...
My spirit only lived to look on Beauty's face, As only when they clasp the arms seem served aright; As ...
OR The Child Is Father Of The Man, But Not For Quite A While So Thomas Edison Never drank his ...
The room is full of you!-As I came in And closed the door behind me, all at once A something ...
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