Drafts (Nora Bomford Poems)
Waking to darkness; early silence brokenBy seagull's cried, and something undefinedAnd far away. Through senses half-awoken,A vague enquiry drifts into ...
Waking to darkness; early silence brokenBy seagull's cried, and something undefinedAnd far away. Through senses half-awoken,A vague enquiry drifts into ...
-- for Leonardo Garcia Pabon When the hour comes I'll speak with you, watching the river flow, at the river's edge. With ...
FROM all division let our land be free,For God has made her one: complete she liesWithin the unbroken circle of ...
O lord Increate, who will serve Thee?Every votary offers his worship to the God of his own creation: each day ...
I.If thou hadst been a sculptor, what a raceOf forms divine had thenceforth filled the land!Methinks I see thee, glorious ...
I.Master and Sage, greetings and health to thee,From thy most meek disciple! Deign once moreEndure me at thy feet, enlighten ...
A youth, impelled by a burning thirst for knowledgeTo roam to Sais, in fair Egypt's land,The priesthood's secret learning to ...
To make a bridgeBetween poetry and proseTo make a movable bridgeBetween this year and next yearTo know the male from ...
"I pledge allegiance to the flag"— "They dragged him naked "Through the muddy streets, "A feeble-minded black boy! "And the ...
There are nine rubles in this Indian ring, And every blood-red ruby is a part Of the nine-petalled rose that ...
Rain-diamonds, this winter morning, embellish the tangle of unpruned pear-tree twigs; each solitaire, placed, it appearrs, with considered judgement, bears ...
O! Und dann wieder dies Bei-sich-selbst-Sein! Diese Stummheiten! Dies Getriebenwerden! .................................................................................. O! And then to be with -our -very -selves! ...
We'd rather have the iceberg than the ship, although it meant the end of travel. Although it stood stock-still like ...
1 AFTER all, not to create only, or found only, But to bring, perhaps from afar, what is already founded, ...
Memories bursting like tears or waves On some lonely Adriatic shore Beating again and again Threshings of green sea foam ...
1 MANHATTAN'S streets I saunter'd, pondering, On time, space, reality-on such as these, and abreast with them, prudence. 2 After ...
In the grey beginning of years, in the twilight of things that began, The word of the earth in the ...
A youth, impelled by a burning thirst for knowledge To roam to Sais, in fair Egypt's land, The priesthood's secret ...
A Gaelic bard they praise who in fourteen adjectives Named the one indivisible soul of his glen; For what are ...
After we flew across the country we got in bed, laid our bodies delicately together, like maps laid face to ...
The perfume of your body dulls my sense. I want nor wine nor weed; your breath alone Suffices. In this ...
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