Silence again (Helen Hunt Jackson Poems)
Silence again. The glorious symphonyHath need of pause and interval of peace.Some subtle signal bids all sweet sounds cease,Save hum ...
Silence again. The glorious symphonyHath need of pause and interval of peace.Some subtle signal bids all sweet sounds cease,Save hum ...
The young are quick of speech.Grown middle-aged, I teachCorrosion and distrust,Exacting what I must.A poem is what standsWhen imperceptive hands,Feeling, ...
Meantime, Arbaces with his captains sat, Anxiously waiting. Wherefore came not back Their heralds, was the wonder: but the truth ...
KYLLIKKI'S BROKEN VOW.Lemminkainen, artful husband,Reckless hero, Kaukomieli,Constantly beside his young wife.,Passed his life in sweet contentment,And the years rolled swiftly ...
You always read about it:the plumber with the twelve childrenwho wins the Irish Sweepstakes.From toilets to riches.That story.Or the nursemaid,some ...
Sun Day is a simple child, Face new washed and shining;In the morning prim and mild - Church and ...
When he makes love to the young girlwhat does the middle-aged long-married man say to himself and the girl? - ...
Forests, trees, rocks and hills give me joy that my mind yearns for. Each tree in the village speaks to ...
The girl in the tea shopIs not so beautiful as she was,The August has worn against her.She does not get ...
Silence again. The glorious symphony Hath need of pause and interval of peace. Some subtle signal bids all sweet sounds ...
They have little tractors in their blood and all day the tractors climb up and down inside their arms and ...
To grow old is to lose everything. Aging, everybody knows it. Even when we are young, we glimpse it sometimes, ...
The Day that Youth had died, There came to his grave-side, In decent mourning, from the country's ends, Those scatter'd ...
The day that YOUTH had died, There came to his grave-side, In decent mourning, from the country's ends, Those scatter'd ...
WORSEWICK Worsewick Hot Springs was nothing fancy. Somebody put some boards across the creek. That was it. The boards dammed ...
The speaker in this case is a middle-aged witch, me- tangled on my two great arms, my face in a ...
The bar he went inside was not A place he often visited; He welcomed anonymity; No one to switch inquisitive ...
You always read about it: the plumber with the twelve children who wins the Irish Sweepstakes. From toilets to riches. ...
Middle-aged life is merry, and I love to lead it, But there comes a day when your eyes are all ...
In Lake Forest, a suburb of Chicago, a woman sits at her desk to write me a letter. She holds ...
Still sober, César Vallejo comes home and finds a black ribbon around the apartment building covering the front door. He ...
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