An Indian Summer Day on the Prairie (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
<i>(IN THE BEGINNING)</i>The sun is a huntress young,The sun is a red, red joy,The sun is an indian girl,Of the ...
<i>(IN THE BEGINNING)</i>The sun is a huntress young,The sun is a red, red joy,The sun is an indian girl,Of the ...
WHEN I went into my room, at mid-morning,Say ten o'clock . . .My room, a crash-box over that great stone ...
The bloom almost ready the petals yet to unfurl The crocus, cobalt, nascent up through the soil The leaves at ...
Nestled, sheltered against the warm brick the foundation of the church the dying bloom of the now lavender crocus Unfurled ...
In the silence of the house mid-morning discordant notes called from the keyboard not exactly playing by ear No, Mario ...
A field, not a forest of swaying red of red sumac, warming from yellow to red in the fall air ...
Her little hand in mine at least while I could hold her as she giggled free of my grip a ...
An amber plastic vial sat wedged in the top of a chain link fence held in place by the dull ...
Four ducks, before mid-morning sitting, facing the sun, wings hugging against their bodies sitting still in the sunbeams warming the ...
Love is enough: ho ye who seek saving, Go no further; come hither; there have been who have found it, ...
(IN THE BEGINNING) THE sun is a huntress young, The sun is a red, red joy, The sun is an ...
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