The Watchers (Joseph C Lincoln Poems)
When the great, gray fog comes in, and the damp clouds cloak the shore,And the tossing waves grow dim, and ...
When the great, gray fog comes in, and the damp clouds cloak the shore,And the tossing waves grow dim, and ...
1Stiff work for hands or will, they drovetheir brig southward. Science asked them assignplanet and land-mass place where none was ...
For years I've seen the frothy lines go thund'rin' down the shore;For years the surge has tossed its kelp and ...
By the Karu road,under the mallard's flyway,my love, my sister,lived in her small town,and deep desireto see her filled my ...
By Kara's cape(what sea-babble Kara hears)the seaweed risesfrom the ocean floorby ivy-clothed Ihami,and all along the sea sandsfloat fine sea-tangles.So, ...
The oars fell from our hands. We climbed the darkSlopes of kelp to the stairway up the rock.Scott went first, ...
No sprouted wheat and soya shootsAnd Brussels in a cake,Carrot straw and spinach raw,(Today, I need a steak).Not thick brown ...
Part 03: His Cloudy Destiny - 01Senlin sat before us and we heard him. He smoked his pipe before us ...
I.MorningTHE morning sun has pierced the mist,And beach and cliff and ocean kissed.Blue as the lapis-lazuliThe sea reflects the azure ...
I leant out over a ledging cliff and looked down into the sea, Where weed and kelp and dulse ...
As the fierce faun, on the cypress-bearded cape,Desires the sea-girl, seen with billow-driftedHair the color of kelp and shadowy-riftedVulva that ...
The sun on the reeds an' rushes, An' the sand outstretched before, An' the sun on the kelp an' ...
Low along the sea, low along the sea, The gray gulls are flying, and one sail swings; The ...
HE crawls to the cliff and plays on a brink Where every eye but his own would shrink; No music ...
1 Senlin sat before us and we heard him. He smoked his pipe before us and we saw him. Was ...
Southeast, and storm, and every weathervane shivers and moans upon its dripping pin, ragged on chimneys the cloud whips, the ...
A woman who loves a woman is forever young. The mentor and the student feed off each other. Many a ...
When I was a child there was an old woman in our neighborhood whom we called The Witch. All day ...
A woman who loves a woman is forever young. The mentor and the student feed off each other. Many a ...
The photographic chamber of the eye records bare painted walls, while an electric light lays the chromium nerves of plumbing ...
We who travel between worlds lose our muscle and bone. I was wheeling a barrow of earth when agony bayoneted ...
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