The Enemies (Elizabeth Jennings Poems)
Last night they came across the river andEntered the city. Women were awakeWith lights and food. They entertained the band,Not ...
Last night they came across the river andEntered the city. Women were awakeWith lights and food. They entertained the band,Not ...
There'll be no one in the houseSave for twilight. All alone,Winter's day seen in the space that'sMade by curtains left ...
The extraordinary patience of things! This beautiful place defaced with a crop of surburban houses- How beautiful when we first ...
Petitions withdrawn no hearing, just gone a family can breath again, move on with their lives, spend time together without ...
Color mismatch Movement out of place A short, broke yew, late in the summer Dark green, Leather skin Shiny Broken ...
You awaken this time with a welcoming smile, an experience sublime, not a dream - the boner from Hell has ...
A crystalline awakening on the plateau, the crisp air as brittle as new celery snaps with expectancy. The cold clings ...
They are both old Boireann and her she wants to remain in the car hunched regarding the other through the ...
On waters, spread without end, Dressed with the sunset so purple, It sings and prophesies for land, Unable to lift ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
KILMARNOCK wabsters, fidge an' claw, An' pour your creeshie nations; An' ye wha leather rax an' draw, Of a' denominations; ...
'There sinks the nebulous star we call the Sun, If that hypothesis of theirs be sound' Said Ida; 'let us ...
The Muse is stern unto her favoured sons, Giving to some the keys of all the joy Of the green ...
The bar he went inside was not A place he often visited; He welcomed anonymity; No one to switch inquisitive ...
Good-by to you whom I shall see tomorrow, Next year and when I'm fifty; still good-by. This is the leave ...
Fear, like a living fire that only death Might one day cool, had now in Avon's eyes Been witness for ...
Unspeakable. The word that fills up the poem, that the head tries to excise. At 6 a.m., the wet lion. ...
As one put drunk into the Packet-boat, Tom May was hurry'd hence and did not know't. But was amaz'd on ...
As one who in his journey bates at noon, Though bent on speed; so here the Arch-Angel paused Betwixt the ...
Lately our poets loiter'd in green lanes, Content to catch the ballads of the plains; I fancied I had strength ...
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