The Cruse Of Tears (Emily Pfeiffer Poems)
A RUSSIAN LEGEND. There went a widow woman from the outskirts of the city, Whose lonely sorrow might have moved ...
A RUSSIAN LEGEND. There went a widow woman from the outskirts of the city, Whose lonely sorrow might have moved ...
Thou who shalt stop, where Thames' translucent waveShines a broad Mirror thro' the shadowy Cave;Where ling'ring drops from min'ral Roofs ...
'TWAS a death-bed summons, and forth I went By the way of the Western Wall, so drear On that winter ...
The skin of the lake sliced not quite silently the fiberglass keel cutting the waves yet almost still after midnight ...
Eight silent canoes Pushed off onto the still waters At 2am on a July night. The full moon and stars ...
College was wasted on the lot of us at least in that moment or maybe it was the intoxication of ...
I The other night I had a dream, most clear And comforting, complete In every line, a crystal sphere, And ...
The dung was recent, not an event unusual in itself but difficult to explain of cows grazing the other side ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
SANDBOX MINUS JOHN DILLINGER EQUALS WHAT? Often I return to the cover of Trout Fishing in America. I took the ...
There were still shards of an ancient pastoral in those shires of the island where the cattle drank their pools ...
Your daisies have come on the day of my divorce: the courtroom a cement box, a gas chamber for the ...
Full fifty merry maids I heard One summer morn a-singing; And each was like a joyous bird With spring-clear not ...
(Lines written in the Vale of Chamouni) 1 The everlasting universe of things Flows through the mind, and rolls its ...
Before those cruel twins whom at one birth Incestuous Change bore to her father Time, Error and Truth, had hunted ...
I The everlasting universe of things Flows through the mind, and rolls its rapid waves, Now dark--now glittering--now reflecting gloom-- ...
First having read the book of myths, and loaded the camera, and checked the edge of the knife-blade, I put ...
Ne Rubeam, Pingui donatus Munere (Horace, Epistles II.i.267) While you, great patron of mankind, sustain The balanc'd world, and open ...
Come, my Ardelia, to this bowre, Where kindly mingling Souls a while, Let's innocently spend an houre, And at all ...
Morning again, nothing has to be done, maybe buy a piano or make fudge. At least clean the room up ...
Within this sober Frame expect Work of no Forrain Architect; That unto Caves the Quarries drew, And Forrests did to ...
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