Flower Preferences (John Chipman Farrar Poems)
If I were a tiny fairy With nothing else to doBut to wriggle into flowers All the long day through,I'd dance among ...
If I were a tiny fairy With nothing else to doBut to wriggle into flowers All the long day through,I'd dance among ...
The soup with jonquils that's eaten at the fairies'house, a dull little spoon gave me the recipe.One evening it lured ...
Under an arch of glorious leaves I passedOut of the wood and saw the sickle moonFloating in daylight o'er the ...
Wind blows. Snow falls. The great clock in its towerTicks with reverberant coil and tolls the hour:At the deep sudden ...
Young and a conqueror, once on a day,Wild white Winter rode out this way;With his sword of ice and his ...
You — you — Your shadow is sunlight on a plate of silver; Your footsteps, the seeding-place of lilies; Your ...
There's a looper caterpillar in my lupins, There are weevils weaving strands about my stocks,There are throngs of thieving thripsOn ...
THROUGH spring-time walks, which flowers perfum'd, I chas'd a wild capricious fair, Where hyacinths and jonquils bloom'd, Chanting gay sonnets ...
WITHIN my stone-walled garden(I see her standing now,Uplifted in the twilight,With glory on her brow!)I love to walk at eveningAnd ...
Sweet, sweet, sweet!High up in the budding vineI've woven and hidden a dainty retreatFor this little brown darling of mine!Along ...
Fitz Eustace.In gay parterres where I have beenWhat groups of gaudy flowers I've seenYes, flowers which some call fair!The tulip ...
IWhere I go the lily blooms,Where I go the ivy climbs;All the earth is slave to me,All the orbs are ...
I HAVE heard that a certain princess, when she found that she had been married by a demon, wove a ...
it's 1962 March 28th I'm sitting by the window on the Prague-Berlin train night is falling I never knew I ...
No, I shall not say why it is that I love you- Why do you ask me, save for vanity? ...
Wind blows. Snow falls. The great clock in its tower Ticks with reverberant coil and tolls the hour: At the ...
The whole process is a lie, unless, crowned by excess, It break forcefully, one way or another, from its confinement- ...
They come on to my clean sheet of paper and leave a Rorschach blot. They do not do this to ...
Emily, A ship is floating in the harbour now, A wind is hovering o'er the mountain's brow; There is a ...
THE dago shovelman sits by the railroad track Eating a noon meal of bread and bologna. A train whirls by, ...
I wish it were spring in the world. Let it be spring! Come, bubbling, surging tide of sap! Come, rush ...
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