Kangaroo (D H Lawrence Poems)
Delicate mother Kangaroo Sitting up there rabbit-wise, but huge, plump-weighted, And lifting her beautiful slender face, oh! so much more ...
Delicate mother Kangaroo Sitting up there rabbit-wise, but huge, plump-weighted, And lifting her beautiful slender face, oh! so much more ...
I hear the waters of some inlet nowCome lapping to the fringe of yonder wood,The storm-bent firs, and oaks along ...
Away, away, from the sultry ways Where the pleasures fall and fade, To the bannered corn and the meadowed ...
First Entry - 1832.WITH eager hand I ope' the book,And on a smooth, white series look,Of shrines for thoughts of ...
THE song of songs my heart would makeIs full as the great river is,Of summer's noon-day mysteries;Of imaged orchards that ...
When the clock hath ceased to tickSoul-like in the gloomy hall;When the latch no more doth clickTongue-like in the red ...
Love? I will tell thee what it is to love!It is to build with human thoughts a shrine,Where Hope sits ...
Great natures live apart; the mountain gray May call no comrade to his lonely side; The giant ocean, wrapped ...
Here, through the ages old, the desert slept In solitudes unbroken, save when passed The bison herds, and savage ...
The margins of the forest are beautiful, as if painted onto the green slopes.I walk around, and sweet peace rewards ...
Forth upon the Gitche Gumee, On the shining Big-Sea-Water, With his fishing-line of cedar, Of the twisted bark of cedar, ...
When I am in New York, I like to drop around at night, To visit with my honest, genial friends, ...
In Worcester, Massachusetts, I went with Aunt Consuelo to keep her dentist's appointment and sat and waited for her in ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
Hear of the hate I have for these poems as they arrive, out of the night wanting the small bowls ...
IN paths untrodden, In the growth by margins of pond-waters, Escaped from the life that exhibits itself, From all the ...
I long to go over there to the further bank of the river. Where those boats are tied to the ...
Ye poets ragged and forlorn, Down from your garrets haste; Ye rhymers, dead as soon as born, Not yet consign'd ...
Blameless as daylight I stood looking At a field of horses, necks bent, manes blown, Tails streaming against the green ...
I The dawn laughs out on orient hills And dances with the diamond rills; The ambrosial wind but faintly stirs ...
I. Sunrise. In my sleep I was fain of their fellowship, fain Of the live-oak, the marsh, and the main. ...
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