Presentiment — is that long Shadow — on the Lawn — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Presentiment -- is that long Shadow -- on the Lawn -- Indicatives that Suns go down -- The Notice to ...
Presentiment -- is that long Shadow -- on the Lawn -- Indicatives that Suns go down -- The Notice to ...
A Murmur in the Trees -- to note -- Not loud enough -- for Wind -- A Star -- not ...
Except to Heaven, she is nought. Except for Angels -- lone. Except to some wide-wandering Bee A flower superfluous blown. ...
An altered look about the hills -- A Tyrian light the village fills -- A wider sunrise in the morn ...
We should not mind so small a flower -- Except it quiet bring Our little garden that we lost Back ...
A Light exists in Spring Not present on the Year At any other period -- When March is scarcely here ...
We wear scars from our youth, trifling things reflecting those earnings from growing days, of battles raised and wounds worn ...
A crystalline awakening on the plateau, the crisp air as brittle as new celery snaps with expectancy. The cold clings ...
THE worm, the rich worm, has a noble domain In the field that is stored with its millions of slain ...
I do not love thee for that fair Rich fan of thy most curious hair; Though the wires thereof be ...
Impetuously I sprang from bed, Long before lunch was up, That I might drain the dizzy dew From the day's ...
To the melody of "Sheng Sheng Man" I pine and peak And questless seek Groping and moping to linger and ...
On Tiber's banks, Tiber, whose waters glide In slow meanders down to Gaigra's side; And circling all the horrid mountain ...
Where the rough Caigra rolls the surgy wave, Urging his thunders thro' the echoing cave; Where the sharp rocks, in ...
Recite the loves of Narva and Mored The priest of Chalma's triple idol said. High from the ground the youthful ...
In memory of Father Flye, 1884-1985 The strange and wonderful are too much with us. The protea of the antipodes-a ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
Oh happy shades--to me unblest! Friendly to peace, but not to me! How ill the scene that offers rest, And ...
Here lies, whom hound did ne'er pursue, Nor swiftewd greyhound follow, Whose foot ne'er tainted morning dew, Nor ear heard ...
Hark! 'tis the twanging horn! O'er yonder bridge, That with its wearisome but needful length Bestrides the wintry flood, in ...
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
And what is Life? An hour-glass on the run, A mist retreating from the morning sun, A busy, bustling, still-repeated ...
The murkiness of the local garage is not so dense that you cannot make out the calendar of pinup drawings ...
This is a day of happiness, sweet peace, And heavenly sunshine; upon which conven'd In full assembly fair, once more ...
Behold, my child, this touching scene, The golfer on the golfing-green; Pray mark his legs' uncanny swing, The golf-walk is ...
It was a storefront for a small-time numbers runner, pretending to be some sort of grocery. Coffeemakers and Bustello cans ...
1 The chestnut steed stood by the gate His noble master's will to wait, The woody park so green and ...
What is she writing? Watch her now, How fast her fingers move ! How eagerly her youthful brow Is bent ...
ARRANGING long-locked drawers and shelves Of cabinets, shut up for years, What a strange task we've set ourselves ! How ...
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