Causerie (Allen Tate Poems)
. . . party on the stage of the Earl Carroll Theatre onFeb. 23. At this party Joyce Hawley, a ...
. . . party on the stage of the Earl Carroll Theatre onFeb. 23. At this party Joyce Hawley, a ...
I Brag, sweet tenor bull, descant on Rawthey's madrigal, each pebble its part for the fells' late spring. Dance tiptoe, ...
An old dalewoman speaks:"JAPONICA! Ay, it makes a brave show,But none on 'em grow as they used to grow!It's goin' ...
An amphitheatre of purple hillsAnd emerald slopes where nestling villas gleam,Flooded with golden light that crowns and fills ...
Up and down the roads they go -- Vale to hill, and hill to vale --Leading on to Omeo Over ...
When the cranky German waggon, With its ten or fifteen bag on Comes a-jerkin' and a-joltin' down the dusty, limestone ...
hillsdemonssand blasted shouldersbladed with shaledemonshillscactus thrustup through ribs of rockhillsdemonskneequartzlimestone loinsdemonshillscactus fangin sky meathillsdemonsvertebratedwith rock cut stepsdemonshillssun stroked thighs of ...
LATE afternoon I wandered Where summering fells are green;On a skyward wall I pondered On strange lands I had seen.Clouds ...
Hold hard, Ned! Lift me down once more, and lay me in the shade. Old man, you've had your work ...
There sandy seems the golden sky And golden seems the sandy plain. No habitation meets the eye Unless in the ...
All afternoon I have been struggling to communicate in Italian with Roberto and Giuseppe, who have begun to resemble the ...
They are both old Boireann and her she wants to remain in the car hunched regarding the other through the ...
Hebrew writing and Arabic writing go from east to west, Latin writing, from west to east. Languages are like cats: ...
Through Alpine meadows soft-suffused With rain, where thick the crocus blows, Past the dark forges long disused, The mule-track from ...
I Swear by what the sages spoke Round the Mareotic Lake That the Witch of Atlas knew, Spoke and set ...
1 COME closer to me; Push close, my lovers, and take the best I possess; Yield closer and closer, and ...
Men with picked voices chant the names of cities in a huge gallery: promises that pull through descending stairways to ...
IN the cool of the night time The clocks pick off the points And the mainsprings loosen. They will need ...
WAGON WHEEL GAP is a place I never saw And Red Horse Gulch and the chutes of Cripple Creek. Red-shirted ...
It was moon-light, and the earth sparkled With new-fallen frost. It was midnight and not a soul abroad. Out of ...
The girl's far treble, muted to the heat, calls like a fainting bird across the fields to where her flock ...
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