You Don’t Understand (Raymond A. Foss Poems)
Lips crimson with the blood of sacrifice - No they don't understand the legacy they are asking to carry the ...
Lips crimson with the blood of sacrifice - No they don't understand the legacy they are asking to carry the ...
Who was Jesus, what did the crowd say what did the authorities believe and what about his followers, the disciples ...
Was it 12(g) that governed My studies tonight Use all my tools now, Spread before me, Or lose them later ...
Down the path Away from the road, Bustle of the highway In the inner quiet Cold of winter Emptiness, sadness, ...
You're there with that hair framing your smile Social saccharin Pixie sticks, or pez All about the affectation The pose, ...
Down the path Away from the road, Bustle of the highway In the inner quiet Cold of winter Emptiness, sadness, ...
Where wail the waters in their flaw A spectre wanders to and fro, And evermore that ghostly shore Bemoans the ...
It was far in the sameness of the wood; I was running with joy on the Demon's trail, Though I ...
I Time present and time past Are both perhaps present in time future, And time future contained in time past. ...
I The other night I had a dream, most clear And comforting, complete In every line, a crystal sphere, And ...
"Will you go to war just for a scrap of paper?" -- Question of the German Chancellor to the British ...
The nearest Dream recedes -- unrealized -- The Heaven we chase, Like the June Bee -- before the School Boy, ...
I Before I grew this spacesuit I was trim. I saw it in a doctor's report: "The subject is an ...
I like the old house tolerably well, Where I must dwell Like a familiar gnome; And yet I never shall ...
The line breaks and the guns go under, The lords and the lackeys ride the plain; I draw deep breaths ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
The cuckoo, like a hawk in flight, With narrow pointed wings Whews o'er our heads-soon out of sight And as ...
These tiny loiterers on the barley's beard, And happy units of a numerous herd Of playfellows, the laughing Summer brings, ...
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
Bhaskar Roy Barman The moment I close my eyes in meditation on the unfathomable I visualize golden fleeces of cloud ...
I have taken refuge in travelogues, bare silk-screen images of evening cityscapes giving in to a garish-clad sky; a tourist ...
Oh, thy bright eyes must answer now, When Reason, with a scornful brow, Is mocking at my overthrow! Oh, thy ...
O, thy bright eyes must answer now, When Reason, with a scornful brow, Is mocking at my overthrow! O, thy ...
I'd watched the sorrow of the evening sky, And smelt the sea, and earth, and the warm clover, And heard ...
Swiftly out from the friendly lilt of the band, The crowd's good laughter, the loved eyes of men, I am ...
(France -- Ancient Regime.) I. Go away! Go away; I will not confess to you! His black biretta clings like ...
MADONNA, mistress, I would build for thee An altar deep in the sad soul of me; And in the darkest ...
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