The Turtle’s Sermon (George Johnston Poems)
An old and crafty terrapin,Who lately found his speech,Like many another simple lout,Concluded he could preach.And so he waddled to ...
An old and crafty terrapin,Who lately found his speech,Like many another simple lout,Concluded he could preach.And so he waddled to ...
THE centuries of bloodshedAre past, those cruel years;But there is still one countryWhose mountains drip with tears,Whose river-banks are blood-stained,Whose ...
O What a cunning guestIs this same Grief! Within my heart I made Closets; ...
In Madurai,city of temples and poets,who sang of cities and temples,every summera river dries to a tricklein the sand,baring the ...
"Set the foot down with distrust upon the crust of the world—it is thin.Moles are at work beneath us; they ...
Even God has called it a day.The streets of Tuxtla are emptylike the bottles of white rumafter the party.Crickets hum ...
THE foxes have holes,And the birds of the air have nests,But where shall the heads of the sons of menBe ...
The sentinelSpied from his high cliff-towered citadelThe leaping flash of guns; butere the roarSprang from its den on thedim Asian ...
You want to know what's the matter with me, do yer? My! ain't men blinder'n moles? It ain't nothin' new, ...
Up above the treeline the moles, the scrub, the forest lichen on the rocks adding color to the gray The ...
The sky in the trees, the trees mixed up with what's left of heaven, nearby a patch of daffodils rooted ...
Who ever loves, if he do not propose The right true end of love, he's one that goes To sea ...
The sole true Something--This ! In Limbo Den It frightens Ghosts as Ghosts here frighten men-- For skimming in the ...
Summer pleasures they are gone like to visions every one And the cloudy days of autumn and of winter cometh ...
Half squatter, half tenant (no rent)- a sort of inheritance; white, in your thirties now, and supposed to supply me ...
We sit together and talk, or smoke in silence. You say (but use no words) 'this night is passing As ...
God knows it, I am with you. If to prize Those virtues, priz'd and practis'd by too few, But priz'd, ...
Mother of musings, Contemplation sage, Whose grotto stands upon the topmost rock Of Teneriffe; 'mid the tempestuous night, On which, ...
Still was the night, Serene & Bright, when all Men sleeping lay; Calm was the season, & carnal reason thought ...
Obscurely yet most surely called to praise, As sometimes summer calls us all, I said The hills are heavens full ...
Set the foot down with distrust upon the crust of the world-it is thin. Moles are at work beneath us; ...
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