Leto’s Child (Maurice Hewlett Poems)
THERE between the treesThe prying Fauns and Woodmen darkAnd prick-ear'd Satyrs her did mark,How all abandon'd to her moodOf careless ...
THERE between the treesThe prying Fauns and Woodmen darkAnd prick-ear'd Satyrs her did mark,How all abandon'd to her moodOf careless ...
Below the somnolence of prayer, Under languid visions I Hear the passions surge and cry:Lust with lust is warring there.Thro' the lassitude ...
NOW spring appears, with beauty crown'd,And all is light and life around,Why comes not Jane? When friendship calls,Why leaves she ...
My soul is sick, in evil mood; Stricken with many a lack it lies, Stricken with silence, and mine eyesIllume it with ...
SEE! yonder badgeman with that glowing face,A meteor shining in this sober place!Vast sums were paid, and many years were ...
First, London, for its myriads; for its height, Manhattan heaped in towering stalagmite; But Paris for the smoothness of the ...
WHEN PHOEBUS tints the breezy lawn,AMANTOR hails the lovely dawn;That dawn, which sees him free again,Gay bounding o'er ...
THE WIDE sun stares without a cloud: Whipped by his glances truculent The earth lies quivering and cowed. ...
At gauzy dusk, thin haze like cigarette smoke ribbons past Chrysler Building's silver fins tapering delicately needletopped, Empire State's taller ...
SEE where on Alpine heights the hunter keen Follows the feather-footed chamois's flight,Now on the brink of fearful abyss ...
(From the French of Rimbaud). When the child's forehead, full of torments red, Cries out for sleep and ...
This is the day His hour of life draws near,Let me get ready from head to foot for itMost handily ...
In summer I'm disposed to shirk,As summer is no time to work.In winter inspiration diesFor lack of out-door exercise.In spring ...
I IN EXCELSIS Two dwellings, Peace, are thine. One is the mountain-height, Uplifted in the loneliness of light Beyond the ...
It seldom snowed they said, perhaps they're right although seldom was never in that endless summer which tightened a fiery ...
Blue diaphane, tobacco smoke Serpentine on wet film and wood glaze, Mutes chrome, wreathes velvet drapes, Dims the cave of ...
First, London, for its myriads; for its height, Manhattan heaped in towering stalagmite; But Paris for the smoothness of the ...
Do you recall that happy bike With bundles on our backs? How near to heaven it was like To blissfully ...
I know you are reading this poem late, before leaving your office of the one intense yellow lamp-spot and the ...
I sit in an office at 244 Madison Avenue And say to myself You have a responsible job havenue? Why ...
What did I think, a storm clutching a clarinet and boarding a downtown bus, headed for lessons? I had pieces ...
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