Her Salty Cheeks (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
She was crying, after bumping her head, her nose on the wooden headboard crying loudly within the space below the ...
She was crying, after bumping her head, her nose on the wooden headboard crying loudly within the space below the ...
Achievin' sech distinction with his moddel tabble dote Ez to make his Red Hoss Mountain restauraw a place uv note, ...
We chanced in passing by that afternoon To catch it in a sort of special picture Among tar-banded ancient cherry ...
As I went down the hill along the wall There was a gate I had leaned at for the view ...
If heaven were to do again, And on the pasture bars, I leaned to line the figures in Between the ...
'When I was just as far as I could walk From here today, There was an hour All still When ...
Mary sat musing on the lamp-flame at the table Waiting for Warren. When she heard his step, She ran on ...
LOVERS, forget your love, And list to the love of these, She a window flower, And he a winter breeze. ...
Two lovers by a moss-grown spring: They leaned soft cheeks together there, Mingled the dark and sunny hair, And heard ...
Es war, als hätt' der Himmel Die Erde still geküsst Dass sie im Blütenschimmer Von ihm nun träumen müsst Die ...
WEBSTER was much possessed by death And saw the skull beneath the skin; And breastless creatures under ground Leaned backward ...
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
In a great land, a new land, a land full of labour and riches and confusion, Where there were many ...
She was thinner, with a mannered gauntness as she paused just inside the double glass doors to survey the room, ...
Midsummer, was it, when They died -- A full, and perfect time -- The Summer closed upon itself In Consummated ...
A curious Cloud surprised the Sky, 'Twas like a sheet with Horns; The sheet was Blue -- The Antlers Gray ...
I Years had been from Home And now before the Door I dared not enter, lest a Face I never ...
Time out of mind I have stood Fronting the frost and the sun, That the dream of the world might ...
Under what withering leprous light The very grass as hair is grey, Grass in the cracks of the paven courts ...
Smile at us, pay us, pass us; but do not quite forget; For we are the people of England, that ...
A few minutes ago, I stepped onto the deck of the house. From there I could see and hear the ...
I knew that James Whistler was part of the Paris scene, but I was still surprised when I found the ...
The whole idea of it makes me feel like I'm coming down with something, something worse than any stomach ache ...
(John of the Cross) In a dark night, when the light burning was the burning of love (fortuitous night, fated, ...
I Our life is twofold; Sleep hath its own world, A boundary between the things misnamed Death and existence: Sleep ...
Sixteen below. Our care like stranded hulls litter all day our little Avenues. It was 28 below. No one goes ...
Eighty Lonely in his great age, Henry's old friend leaned on his burning cane while hÃs old friend was hymnéd ...
There's a palace in Florence, the world knows well, And a statue watches it from the square, And this story ...
There's a palace in Florence, the world knows well, And a statue watches it from the square, And this story ...
I. The morn when first it thunders in March, The eel in the pond gives a leap, they say: As ...
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