Mourning Women (Mathilde Blind Poems)
All veiled in black, with faces hid from sight, Crouching together in the jolting cart, What forms are these that pass alone, ...
All veiled in black, with faces hid from sight, Crouching together in the jolting cart, What forms are these that pass alone, ...
Subtly conscious, all awake,Let us clear our eyes, and breakThrough the cloudy chrysalis,See the wonder as it is.Down a narrow ...
"The brimming bucket at my mouth -Coolness of water! In all my veins the heat, the drouth, - O, the ...
"The August sun had still two hours of sky When the white flag a-flutter from the house Signalled him in ...
Strong extreme speed, that the brain hurries with, Further than trees, and hedges, and green grass Whitened by distance,-further than ...
DIM twilight here; and in her singing mind Dim twilight too. Shut in this darkened room, Over whose broad-beamed walls ...
IThe blinding July sun at ten o'clockGlares on the white walls of the little church,-The shingles silver-gray, the shutters green,Sunflowers ...
Stalking a deer I wandered deep into the mountains and from there I saw. Or perhaps it was for some ...
Green afternoon serene and bright, along my street you sail away Sun-dappled like a ship of light that glints upon ...
He knew the West as only few have known;He knew the men; he knew the horses, too;The swarthy, silent trapper, ...
"Behind the board fence at the banker's house The slender, tawn-gray creature starves and thirsts In agony of fear. A ...
The meadow-larks rejoice, as the bright sun Drinks up the burdening dew from slender grass, From flower cups, purple, yellow, ...
AH yes, exactly so; but when a man Has trundled out of England into France And half through Belgium, always ...
As I left the Halls at Lumley, rose the vision of a comely Maid last season worshipped dumbly, watched with ...
As I go and shop, sir! If a car I stop, sir! Where you chance to sit, And you want ...
Sleeping in fever, I am unfair to know just who you are: hung up like a pig on exhibit, the ...
(The Dark Side) My mind goes back to Fumin Wood, and how we stuck it out, Eight days of hunger, ...
Three hours ago he blundered up the trench, Sliding and poising, groping with his boots; Sometimes he tripped and lurched ...
Three hours ago he blundered up the trench, Sliding and poising, groping with his boots; Sometimes he tripped and lurched ...
The railway rattled and roared and swung With jolting and bumping trucks. The sun, like a billiard red ball, hung ...
Mondays, way before dawn, before even the first hint of blue in the windows, we'd hear it start, off the ...
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