The Common Cult (George Sterling Poems)
Up to the House of Mammon, from dawn to sister dawn,Called by remembered voices the sons of men are drawn;By ...
Up to the House of Mammon, from dawn to sister dawn,Called by remembered voices the sons of men are drawn;By ...
Only snakes shed their skin,So their souls can age and grow.We, alas, do not resemble snakes,We change souls, not bodies.Memory, ...
Upon the tranquil evening suddenly fallsThe long-awaited passion of the rain,A gushing silver torrent, spillingOn spear-like orchard boughs, where callsA ...
Through waning afternoons we glide the watery peripheries of love. A silence, a quietude falls. Above us--the sagging pavilions of ...
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