Mother and Child (Janet Hamilton Poems)
"Away from the dwellings of care-worn menThe waters are sparkling in wood and glen—Away from the chamber and dusky hearthThe ...
"Away from the dwellings of care-worn menThe waters are sparkling in wood and glen—Away from the chamber and dusky hearthThe ...
Try to love everything that gets in your way:the Chinese women in flowered bathing capsmurmuring together in Mandarin, doing leg ...
I am the spirit of all that lives,Labours and loses and forgives.My breath's the wind among the reeds;I'm wounded when ...
Sweet Calder! on thy flowery margeWhen life was young I roamed at large,With heart that owned no care, no charge,Save ...
Down on the Lumbee riverWhere the eddies ripple coolYour boat, I know, glides stealthilyAbout some shady pool.The summer's heats have ...
Allie, call the birds in, The birds from the sky.Allie calls, Allie sings, Down they all fly.First there cameTwo white doves Then a ...
Mine is a cunning implement!There is nothing which mayDeny me wielding it,Yet I have an o'ercoming awe at the thought,That ...
I see yet, bright as summer beams, The spot where all my childhood wander'd,And where, in rich Arabian dreams, I ...
When in the halcyon days of old, I was a little tyke,I used to fish in pickerel ponds for minnows ...
An old and crafty terrapin,Who lately found his speech,Like many another simple lout,Concluded he could preach.And so he waddled to ...
Here is the pool, and there the waterfall;This is the bank; keep out of sight, and crawlAlong the side to ...
To gentle ways I am inclined;I have no wish to kill.To creatures dumb I would be kind;I like them all, ...
To sit by a silent stream, Watching water-lilies dream: While breezes winnow The floating seeds, And the ...
Oh come and live with me, my love,And share my war-time dinner,Who eats the least at this our feast,Shall make ...
Fishermen at Ballyshannon Netted an infant last night Along with the salmon. An illegitimate spawning, A small one thrown back ...
When in the halcyon days of old, I was a little tyke, I used to fish in pickerel ponds for ...
I held the switch in trembling fingers, asked why existence felt so small, so purposeless, like a minnow wriggling feebly ...
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, the mountain in back of the lake promised us ...
Minnow, go to sleep and dream, Close your great big eyes; Round your bed Events prepare The pleasantest surprise. Darling ...
I sat on the bank above Bernadotte And dropped crumbs in the water, Just to see the minnows bump each ...
A Recitation for Martha Wakefield, Three Years Old There was a little turtle. He lived in a box. He swam ...
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