Floating (Kenneth Rexroth Poems)
Our canoe idles in the idling currentOf the tree and vine and rush enclosedBackwater of a torpid midwestern stream;Revolves slowly, ...
Our canoe idles in the idling currentOf the tree and vine and rush enclosedBackwater of a torpid midwestern stream;Revolves slowly, ...
RELENTLESS Winter, hence away!Collect thy stormy bands and fly:Thy chilling frost, and snow, and hail,And the piercing northern gale:We wish ...
I am making great big skirtsFor great big women-Amazons who've fed and sleptThemselves inhuman.Such long skirts, not less than twoAnd ...
Locusts fly lowover the leveein the fading sunshine(Masaoka Shiki)
Ah me! what mighty perils waitThe man who meddles with a state,Whether to strengthen, or oppose!False are his friends, and ...
TO David Garrick, Esq;——— Ridiculum acriFortius ac melius magnas plerumque secat res. HoracePreface:The Author begs Leave to premise, that in ...
I.She stood at Greenwich, motionless amid The ever-shifting crowd of passengers.I marked a big tear quivering on the lid Of ...
"I - The GatheringFather and Mother Lawrence, the boy Joe, Lottie and Elsie, all were full of life, And fond ...
(ON THE APPROACH OF SPRING)Oh, come, my beloved, from thy winter abode,From thy home on the Yuba, thy ranch overflowed;For ...
HERE is music in me, the music of a peasant people.I wander through the levee, picking my banjo and singing ...
Gone now the baby's nurse, a lioness who ruled the roost and made the Mother cry. She used to tie ...
For things we never mention, For Art misunderstood -- For excellent intention That did not turn to good; From ancient ...
Reader! what soul that laoves a verse can see The spring return, nor glow like you and me? Hear the ...
Evening falls on palace walls shaded by flowering trees, with cry of birds flying past on their way to roost. ...
I The roaring of Te Whaiau intake weir intrudes as sleep eludes again to soar across the lake on white-tipped, ...
AULD chuckie Reekie's 1 sair distrest, Down droops her ance weel burnish'd crest, Nae joy her bonie buskit nest Can ...
GUID-MORNIN' to our Majesty! May Heaven augment your blisses On ev'ry new birth-day ye see, A humble poet wishes. My ...
1 NOW list to my morning's romanza-I tell the signs of the Answerer; To the cities and farms I sing, ...
Can I, my friend, with thee condole?-- Can I conceive the woes that try men, When late repentance racks the ...
As Rochefoucauld his maxims drew From nature, I believe 'em true: They argue no corrupted mind In him; the fault ...
Some carol of the banjo, to its measure keeping time; Of viol or of lute some make a song. My ...
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