Poem from a Picture (Margaret Widdemer Poems)
(Children at play on a French Battlefield)"When I was a child,"You shall tell one day,Children, on these blackened fieldsGallantly at ...
(Children at play on a French Battlefield)"When I was a child,"You shall tell one day,Children, on these blackened fieldsGallantly at ...
—Thass a funny title, Mr Bones.—When down she saw her feet, sweet fish, on the threshold,she considered her fair shouldersand ...
The song is gone; the danceis secret with the dancers in the earth,the ritual useless, and the tribal storylost in ...
Protected by a .357Magnum out of sightthe sign says,"Ken's Garage"and right around the gaspumpsten tomato plants lollripeninginside a vine confinementwire ...
When the warl's couped roun' as a peerieThat licht-lookin craw o a body, the mime,Sits on the fower cross-win'sPeerin aa ...
WHEN fallen man from Paradise was driven, Forth to a world of labour, death, and care; Still, of his native ...
I. UNDER THE TREES.There had been phantoms, pale-remembered shapesOf this and this occasion, sisterlyIn their resemblances, each effigyCrowned with the ...
To the memory of John Peale Bishop, 1892-1944Attor porsi la mano un poco avante,e colsi un ramicel da un gran ...
Souvent, pour s'amuser, les hommes d'?quipagePrennent des albatros, vastes oiseaux des mers,Qui suivent, indolents compagnons de voyage,Le navire glissant sur ...
"WITHIN my heart I long have kept A little chamber cleanly swept, Embroidered with a fleur-de-lis, And lintel boughs of ...
Chloe, let down that chestnut hair; Let it flow full; let it fall free; Loosen that zone, those clasps that ...
Over the hills of AprilWith soft winds hand in hand,Impassionate and dreamy-eyed,Spring leads her saraband.Her garments float and gatherAnd swirl ...
As one who under evening skiesUpon a fought field stricken lies(Unknown for stains of blood and grime)Is fain the mortal ...
To-night ungather'd let us leave This laurel, let this holly stand: We live within ...
My native city rose from sea,Its littered frontiers wet and dark.Time came too soon to disembarkAnd rain like buckshot sprayed ...
FROM THE FRENCH OF JOACHIM DU BELLAYO thou new comer who seek'st Rome in RomeAnd find'st in Rome no thing ...
)when what hugs stopping earth than silent ismore silent than more than much more is ortotal sun oceaning than any ...
A blackbird lands A good beer-barrel A man sits in a cave knitting A theatre in Copenhagen Abask the sea-wall ...
The strident sounds of silence echo in a darkened room, a beggar's tomb of emptied space and barrenness, a shameful ...
â?"Thass a funny title, Mr Bones. â?"When down she saw her feet, sweet fish, on the threshold, she considered her ...
To-night ungather'd let us leave This laurel, let this holly stand: We live within the stranger's land, And strangely falls ...
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