The Futile (Genevieve Taggard Poems)
The stone falls, the bird flies, the arrow goes home,But we have no motion, we scatter like foam. O, give ...
The stone falls, the bird flies, the arrow goes home,But we have no motion, we scatter like foam. O, give ...
It is Death, alas, persuades us to keep on living:the goal of life and the only hope we have,like an ...
Oh, the great city's madness when at nightfallThe crippled trees gape by the blackened wall,The spirit of evil peers from ...
song of sea-leaves in an orchestra of foam branches of violins sprayed across the mind what is magnetic in a ...
(Translated from the French by Edouard Rodti) My wife with the hair of a wood fire With the thoughts of ...
THEY pass before me, these Eyes full of light, Eyes made magnetic by some angel wise; The holy brothers pass ...
Hidden, oh hidden in the high fog the house we live in, beneath the magnetic rock, rain-, rainbow-ridden, where blood-black ...
Something strange is creeping across me. La Celestina has only to warble the first few bars Of "I Thought about ...
MY godlike friend-nay, do not stare, You think the phrase is odd-like; But "God is love," the saints declare, Then ...
1 O TO make the most jubilant poem! Even to set off these, and merge with these, the carols of ...
1 COME, I will make the continent indissoluble; I will make the most splendid race the sun ever yet shone ...
ON journeys through the States we start, (Ay, through the world-urged by these songs, Sailing henceforth to every land-to every ...
Now, scarce three paces measured from the mound, We stumbled on a stationary voice, And 'Stand, who goes?' 'Two from ...
Send but a song oversea for us, Heart of their hearts who are free, Heart of their singer, to be ...
Hog Butcher for the World, Tool Maker, Stacker of Wheat, Player with Railroads and the Nation's Freight Handler; Stormy, husky, ...
[As a Tribute of Esteem and Admiration this Poem is inscribed to ROBERT MERRY, Esq. A. M. Member of the ...
SORC'RESS of the Cave profound! Hence, with thy pale, and meagre train, Nor dare my roseate bow'r profane, Where light-heel'd ...
The light wraps you in its mortal flame. Abstracted pale mourner, standing that way against the old propellers of the ...
Meanwhile the new-baptized, who yet remained At Jordan with the Baptist, and had seen Him whom they heard so late ...
(1) Caressing my tender breasts, his left hand's on the steering wheel, and his right hand is firmly tucked away ...
Look at them standing there in authority The pale-faces, As if it could have any effect any more. Pale-face authority, ...
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