The Hot Season (Oliver Wendell Holmes Poems)
THE folks, that on the first of MayWore winter coats and hose,Began to say, the first of June,"Good Lord! how ...
THE folks, that on the first of MayWore winter coats and hose,Began to say, the first of June,"Good Lord! how ...
Give me this time, my first and severe Italian, a poem about gold, The left corners of eyes, and the ...
Strings of lifeless locomotives. Rusty rails in the fog.In the workyard tar-spattered dandelions sway in the wind.Small dirty hands gather ...
Twilight's midsummer glow, flashing swallows,dreams of midsummer nights, all good as newat jogging the heart still,with the same trains,hooting at ...
Pennsylvania, 1948-1949The garden of Nature opens. The grass at the threshold is green. And an almond tree begins to bloom. ...
Burning, he walks in the stream of flickering letters, clarinets, machines throbbing quicker than the heart, lopped-off heads, silk canvases, ...
It sure was fine to be a soldier for a year.But it is finer to feel free again.There was enough ...
The fox pushes softly, blindly through me at night, between the liver and the stomach. Comes to the heart and ...
I walked on the banks of the tincan banana dock and sat down under the huge shade of a Southern ...
A frightening stillness will mark that day And the shadow of streetlights and fire-alarms will exhaust the light All things, ...
POET. O A NEW song, a free song, Flapping, flapping, flapping, flapping, by sounds, by voices clearer, By the wind's ...
1 SINGING my days, Singing the great achievements of the present, Singing the strong, light works of engineers, Our modern ...
Burning, he walks in the stream of flickering letters, clarinets, machines throbbing quicker than the heart, lopped-off heads, silk canvases, ...
THE flower-fed buffaloes of the spring In the days of long ago, Ranged where the locomotives sing And the prarie ...
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