Drunk (David Herbert Lawrence Poem)
Too far away, oh love, I know, To save me from this haunted road, Whose lofty roses break and blow ...
Too far away, oh love, I know, To save me from this haunted road, Whose lofty roses break and blow ...
Above the ashes straight and tall, Through ferns with moisture dripping, I climb beneath the sandstone wall, My feet on ...
When descends on the Atlantic The gigantic Storm-wind of the equinox, Landword in his wrath he scourges The toiling surges, ...
I met my mates in the morning (and oh, but I am old!) Where roaring on the ledges the summer ...
The skin of the lake sliced not quite silently the fiberglass keel cutting the waves yet almost still after midnight ...
Glacial faces before the calving the granite ledges, bedrock framing the highway, interstate plates and layers, uplifted imperceptibly crumbling over ...
Showers of New Snow Light powder of confectionary sugar Filtered down through the night air On forest and field Oak ...
There's a breathless hush on the freeway tonight Beyond the ledges of concrete restaurants fall into dreams with candlelight couples ...
The way Hope builds his House It is not with a sill -- Nor Rafter -- has that Edifice But ...
High dormers are rising So sharp and surprising, And ponticum edges The driveways of gravel; Stone houses from ledges Look ...
Land lies in water; it is shadowed green. Shadows, or are they shallows, at its edges showing the line of ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
the possibilities of our love about what you were going to do about what you thought i should do we ...
COME down, O maid, from yonder mountain height: What pleasure lives in height (the shepherd sang), In height and cold, ...
So was their sanctuary violated, So their fair college turned to hospital; At first with all confusion: by and by ...
Come down, O maid, from yonder mountain height: What pleasure lives in height (the shepherd sang) In height and cold, ...
When the golden day is done, Through the closing portal, Child and garden, Flower and sun, Vanish all things mortal. ...
A poem should be palpable and mute As a globed fruit, Dumb As old medallions to the thumb, Silent as ...
People that build their houses inland, People that buy a plot of ground Shaped like a house, and build a ...
Edna St. Vincent Millay - Intention To Escape From Him I think I will learn some beautiful language, useless for ...
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