Stealth Deer (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Just off the road Summer dusk in the northern woods the eyes of the deer caught for an instant in ...
Just off the road Summer dusk in the northern woods the eyes of the deer caught for an instant in ...
Down the path Away from the road, Bustle of the highway In the inner quiet Cold of winter Emptiness, sadness, ...
A walk in the woods Down the path Away from the road, Bustle of the highway Cold of winter Catch ...
She marched into the kitchen all purposeful and proud stepstool from the bathroom in her four-year old arms "I'm going ...
Frozen in place, a messenger of late summer standing, at attention, bowed a bit at the end of winter having ...
JOHN courts Perrette; but all in vain; Love's sweetest oaths, and tears, and sighs All potent spells her heart to ...
IN Lombardy's fair land, in days of yore, Once dwelt a prince, of youthful charms, a store; Each FAIR, with ...
NOW spent the alter'd King, in am'rous Cares, The Hours of sacred Hymns and solemn Pray'rs: In vain the Alter ...
Blest be the Man! his Memory at least, Who found the Art, thus to unfold his Breast, And taught succeeding ...
Daphne's Answer to Sylvia, declaring she should esteem all as Enemies, who should talk to her of LOVE. THEN, to ...
Persuade me not, there is a Grace Proceeds from Silvia's Voice or Lute, Against Miranda's charming Face To make her ...
`You know Orion always comes up sideways. Throwing a leg up over our fence of mountains, And rising on his ...
An old woman likes to melt her husband. She puts him in a melting device, and he pours out the ...
Who gave thee, O Beauty! The keys of this breast, Too credulous lover Of blest and unblest? Say when in ...
I Midwinter spring is its own season Sempiternal though sodden towards sundown, Suspended in time, between pole and tropic. When ...
'A cold coming we had of it, Just the worst time of the year For a journey, and such a ...
is what we called her. The story was that her father had thrown Drano at her which was probably true, ...
I IN EXCELSIS Two dwellings, Peace, are thine. One is the mountain-height, Uplifted in the loneliness of light Beyond the ...
IN HOLLAND The laggard winter ebbed so slow With freezing rain and melting snow, It seemed as if the earth ...
It seldom snowed they said, perhaps they're right although seldom was never in that endless summer which tightened a fiery ...
In a slow drawn focus the concrete blocks that prop up my view of the sky morph soft and easy ...
I Soul, what art thou in the tribes of the sea? LORD, said a flying fish, Below the foundations of ...
GAZE not on thy beauty's pride, Tender maid, in the false tide That from lovers' eyes doth slide. Let thy ...
SO grieves th' adventurous merchant, when he throws All the long toil'd-for treasure his ship stows Into the angry main, ...
Can we not force from widow'd poetry, Now thou art dead (great Donne) one elegy To crown thy hearse? Why ...
On Tiber's banks, Tiber, whose waters glide In slow meanders down to Gaigra's side; And circling all the horrid mountain ...
LOVE, thou are absolute, sole Lord Of life and death. To prove the word, We'll now appeal to none of ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
What is Africa to me: Copper sun or scarlet sea, Jungle star or jungle track, Strong bronzed men, or regal ...
Writing from Boston, where sky is simply property, a flourish topping crowds of condos and historic real estate, I'm trying ...
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