Solitude In September (E W Bowling Poems)
Sweet Solitude where dost thou linger? When and where shall I look in thy face? Feel the soft magic ...
Sweet Solitude where dost thou linger? When and where shall I look in thy face? Feel the soft magic ...
Ere cherries ripe, and strawberries be gone; Unto the cries of London I'll add one; Ripe statesmen, ripe: ...
Tonight, grave sir, both my poor house and I Do equally desire your company: Not that we think us ...
First see those ample melons-brindled o'erWith mingled green and brown is all the rind;For they are ripe, and mealy at ...
In Rome on the Campo di FioriBaskets of olives and lemons,Cobbles spattered with wineAnd the wreckage of flowers.Vendors cover the ...
Good editor Dana—God bless him, we say— Will soon be afloat on the main, Will be steaming away ...
Song of the Love Nights of Laos.Ever at the far side of the currentThe fishes hurl and swim,For pelicans and ...
"Mrs Jaypher found a waferWhich she stuck upon a note;This she took and gave the cook.Then she went and bought ...
I would not in the early morningStart my mind on its inevitable journeyToward the East.There are white domes somewhereUnder that ...
That Whitsun, I was late getting away: Not till about One-twenty on the sunlit Saturday Did my three-quarters-empty train pull ...
lemons don't let you admire yourself too much they stick from their tree like awkward thoughts demanding a truth be ...
Bound by the season the layers of fruit when I am making the salad but making it work Layers to ...
Good editor Dana--God bless him, we say-- Will soon be afloat on the main, Will be steaming away Through the ...
I Alphonso live and learn, Seeing nature go astern. Things deteriorate in kind, Lemons run to leaves and rind, Meagre ...
for Lindsay AIDS knows the condom wrapped penetration of strangers and lovers, deep inside only a tear away from risk ...
L'orage qui s'attarde, le lit d?fait Yves Bonnefoy Here am I, lying lacklustre in an unmade bed A Sunday in ...
Empty chocolate boxes, a pillowcase with an orange at the bottom, Nuts and tinsel with its idiosyncratic rustle and brilliant ...
MORNING and evening Maids heard the goblins cry: "Come buy our orchard fruits, Come buy, come buy: Apples and quinces, ...
From blossoms released by the moonlight, from an aroma of exasperated love, steeped in fragrance, yellowness drifted from the lemon ...
Out of lemon flowers loosed on the moonlight, love's lashed and insatiable essences, sodden with fragrance, the lemon tree's yellow ...
In Rome on the Campo di Fiori Baskets of olives and lemons, Cobbles spattered with wine And the wreckage of ...
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