A Poet Of Provence (Jewell Miller Poems)
THE ARRIVALThe sunlight of a waning winter daySent one long ray, aflame, across the gloomWhere Ludovico, Count of Ventimiglia,Bowed his ...
THE ARRIVALThe sunlight of a waning winter daySent one long ray, aflame, across the gloomWhere Ludovico, Count of Ventimiglia,Bowed his ...
Withering and keen the winter comesWhile comfort flyes to close shut roomsAnd sees the snow in feathers passWinnowing by the ...
The fog peers in the windows, passes 'neath the lampsSettles in the doorways and huddles from the dampSlips inside the ...
In their ragged regimentals, Stood the old Continentals, Yielding not, While the grenadiers were lunging, And like hail fell the ...
The gloomy hulls in armor grim, Like clouds o'er moors have met,And prove that oak, and iron, and man Are tough in ...
Underfoot on the hill the water spurtsThickly out of the brilliant matted grassesWhere the slopes fold in groins and thighs ...
Ihoney people murder mercy U.S.A.the milkland turn to monsters teachto kill to violate pull down destroythe weakly freedom growing fruitfrom ...
Where were the greenhouses going,Lunging into the lashingWind driving waterSo far down the riverAll the faucets stopped?-So we drained the ...
From the pensive treachery of my cellI can hear your mournful yell.Centuries of pain are pressedInto one unconscious jestAs your ...
Upon a gnarly, knotty limbThat fought the current's crest,Where shocks of reeds peeped o'er the brim,Wild wasps had glued their ...
It was the twilight of the iguana:From a rainbowing battlement,a tongue like a javelinlunging in verdure;an ant heap treading the ...
In their ragged regimentals Stood the old Continentals, Yielding not, When the grenadiers were lunging, And like hail fell the plunging Cannon-shot; When the files Of the ...
The sidecar skimmed low down like a flying sledover the straight road with its double screenof wire—the blue profile of ...
WHEN I went into my room, at mid-morning,Say ten o'clock . . .My room, a crash-box over that great stone ...
FISH, oh Fish,So little matters!Whether the waters rise and cover the earthOr whether the waters wilt in the hollow places,All ...
To St. John PerseOnce more the country callsFrom sleep, as from his doom,Each citizen to takeHis modest stakeWhere the sky ...
And there was stormy silence in that city,A silence of the unborn where it movedIn darkness, piteous, but without pity,Tearing ...
It was not when temptation came, Swiftly and blastingly as flame, And seared me white with burning scars; When I ...
1 Adios, Carenage In idle August, while the sea soft, and leaves of brown islands stick to the rim of ...
YOUR western heads here cast on money, You are the two that fade away together, Partners in the mist. Lunging ...
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