A Woman’s Ways (Edgar Albert Guest Poems)
IT "S human for a womanTo enjoy a little cry;Though a man will grin and bear 'emAnd pass little troubles ...
IT "S human for a womanTo enjoy a little cry;Though a man will grin and bear 'emAnd pass little troubles ...
Forever lovely in the morning light the orchard hemmed by three low walls, the tree-- a slender cypress--near, and the ...
Before she has her floor swept Or her dishes done, Any day you'll find her A-sunning in the sun!It's long ...
I imagine them walking down rocky paths toward me, strong, Italian women returning at dusk from fields where they worked ...
Meticulous was the word That came to mom and me Simultaneously to describe Dad and how he approached almost Everything ...
She was white, all white except where she was pink soft, cute, and she liked leaf lettuce Her name was ...
A NEIGHBOR of mine in the village Likes to tell how one spring When she was a girl on the ...
A tale that the poet Rückert told To German children, in days of old; Disguised in a random, rollicking rhyme ...
if I suffer at this typewriter think how I'd feel among the lettuce- pickers of Salinas? I think of the ...
The night's drifts Pile up below me and behind my back, Slide down the hill, rise again, and build Eerie ...
Let Dew, house of Dew rejoice with Xanthenes a precious stone of an amber colour. Let Round, house of Round ...
I Let others sing of Empire and of pomp beyond the sea, A song of Little Puddleton is good enough ...
This year an ocean trip I took, and as I am a Scot And like to get my money's worth ...
I hate my neighbour Widow Green; I'd like to claw her face; But if I did she'd make a scene ...
I think I'll buy a little field, Though scant am I of pelf, And hold the hope that it may ...
A FOREFINGER of stone, dreamed by a sculptor, points to the sky. It says: This way! this way! Four lions ...
Purple as tulips in May, mauve into lush velvet, purple as the stain blackberries leave on the lips, on the ...
There's little to have but the things I had, There's little to bear but the things I bore. There's nothing ...
All night the knot in the shoelace waits for its liberation, and the match on the table packs its head ...
Before she has her floor swept Or her dishes done, Any day you'll find her A-sunning in the sun! It's ...
Before she has her floor swept Or her dishes done, Any day you'll find her A-sunning in the sun! It's ...
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