White Symphony (John Gould Fletcher Poems)
IFORLORN and white,Whorls of purity about a golden chalice,Immense the peoniesFlare and shatter their petals over my face.They slowly turn ...
IFORLORN and white,Whorls of purity about a golden chalice,Immense the peoniesFlare and shatter their petals over my face.They slowly turn ...
In dreams on a far-off shore I lay(Dreams that were full of dread),Where the purple clouds of a dying dayShadowed ...
It is a long way, a long way away in the land where all the Fairy Tales happen.Out on a ...
Crass rays streaming from the vestibules;Cafes glittering like jeweled teeth;High-flung signsBlinking yellow phosphorescent eyes;Girls in blackCircling monotonouslyAbout the orange lights…Nothing ...
WHEN you have tidied all things for the night,And while your thoughts are fading to their sleep,You'll pause a moment ...
How oft, amid the heaped and bedded hay,Under the oak's broad shadow deep and strong,Have we sat listening to the ...
O blue monotony of my heart! Blue with languor are my dreams, When the mournful moonlight seemsClearer vision to impart:Blue as is ...
Here is purple - a tree's shadow walking the gravel path,the purple linking the red and the sapphire in love. ...
Weighted down by sudden air,Hemmed in by giant silences,Manacled with stout cords of despair,I blindly grope for this, your touch--To ...
I.WHAT shalt THOU know of Spring? A verdant crown Of young boughs waving o'er thy blooming head: White tufted Guelder-roses, ...
Kuprianov and his dear lady Natasha after walking those swinish guests to the door prepare for bed.kuprianovsaid, taking off his ...
IT was a fever-dream; I lay Awake, as in the broad bright day, But faint and worn I drew my ...
Uninterruptedly falls the snow,Like meagre, long wool-strands, scant and slow,O'er the meagre, long plain disconsolate.Cold with lovelessness, warm with hate.Infinite, ...
I work for someone else, he said;"I have no chance to get ahead.At night I leave the job behind;At morn ...
They bear no laurels on their sunless brows,Nor aught within their pale hands as they go;They look as men accustomed ...
Poet, — you are not understood by people.Your eyes do not shine lightheartedly.Your eyes are raised to the heavens:Turquoise Eternity ...
The weeping of the guitarbegins.The goblets of dawnare smashed.The weeping of the guitarbegins.Uselessto silence it.Impossibleto silence it.It weeps monotonouslyas water ...
1 PROUD music of the storm! Blast that careers so free, whistling across the prairies! Strong hum of forest tree-tops! ...
Twitched strings, the clang of metal, beaten drums, Dull, shrill, continuous, disquieting: And now the stealthy dancer comes Undulantly with ...
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