The Crunch of the Grass (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The brittle lawn the early leaves brown where green should be under my feet The crunch of the grass far ...
The brittle lawn the early leaves brown where green should be under my feet The crunch of the grass far ...
Ashes on my fingers, on my skin, the smoke, filling my lungs the moment, the power, of the sacrifice these ...
As the father sent the son the spirit descending on him as a dove so we are sent by our ...
A prophetic voice a witness, to the light, to the coming known before he was born the coming of the ...
A crispness to the air, the sky the sounds of leaves underfoot of the wheels running on the pavement the ...
His palms, his hands stabbed by the spikes the nails that held him fast to the rough-hewn the wood of ...
He said his name was Billy, he worked in the same spot in this place the same spot he said ...
Okay, it felt a lot like a lot more than a cold breeze a frigid arctic blast, more like it, ...
It was cold this morning, cut into you cold my open suit coat, thin dress white shirt not quite up ...
In an ocean, 'way out yonder, (As all sapient people know) Is the land of Wonder-Wander, Whither children love to ...
A Gentleman, most wretched in his Lot, A wrangling and reproving Wife had got, Who, tho' she curb'd his Pleasures, ...
A Quack, to no true Skill in Physick bred, With frequent Visits cursed his Patient's Bed; Enquiring, how he did ...
It nests in the hollow of my pelvis, I carry it with both hands, as if offering my stomach, as ...
I'll tell you the story of Jonah, A really remarkable tale; A peaceful and humdrum existence he had Until one ...
I Time present and time past Are both perhaps present in time future, And time future contained in time past. ...
my mother pushed my sister out of the apartment door with an empty suitcase because she kept threatening to run ...
In the night there are of course the seven wonders of the world and the greatness tragedy and enchantment. Forests ...
In falling Timbers buried -- There breathed a Man -- Outside -- the spades -- were plying -- The Lungs ...
I breathed enough to take the Trick -- And now, removed from Air -- I simulate the Breath, so well ...
Do People moulder equally, They bury, in the Grave? I do believe a Species As positively live As I, who ...
I said goodbye and went to bed to die; I never knew that they had lied - was quite surprised ...
A week before the Armistice, you died. They did not keep your heart like Livingstone's, then plant your bones near ...
Let faxes butter-curl on dusty shelves. Let junkmail build its castles in the hush of other people's halls. Let deadlines ...
I have braved, for want of wild beasts, steel cages, carved my term and nickname on bunks and rafters, lived ...
I shall go away To the brown hills, the quiet ones, The vast, the mountainous, the rolling, Sun-fired and drowsy! ...
WORSEWICK Worsewick Hot Springs was nothing fancy. Somebody put some boards across the creek. That was it. The boards dammed ...
Look, how those steep woods on the mountain's face Burn, burn against the sunset; now the cold Invades our very ...
Remote and ineffectual Don That dared attack my Chesterton, With that poor weapon, half-impelled, Unlearnt, unsteady, hardly held, Unworthy for ...
BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF 'WAT TYLER' 'A Daniel come to judgment! ...
Sometimes I stroll through forests just sprayed for the gypsy moths. I throw a rock into the bushes to distract ...
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