Dry Bones (Edwin Ford Piper Poems)
Late August glares, a wagon filled with bones, Strange harvest from the prairies, seeks the town. The buyer pays a ...
Late August glares, a wagon filled with bones, Strange harvest from the prairies, seeks the town. The buyer pays a ...
WILD fields of Ocean, piling heap on heap Thy mountainous wealth of water, but to fling Abroad in spendthrift haste, ...
She is not beautiful, but in her eyesNo common spirit manifests itself, So mild, so gentle, so serenely wise, Yet ...
Gloomy and dark art thou, O chief of the mighty Omahas; Gloomy and dark as the driving cloud, whose name ...
Once, on a glittering ice-field, ages and ages ago, Ung, a maker of pictures, fashioned an image of snow. Fashioned ...
I shall go away To the brown hills, the quiet ones, The vast, the mountainous, the rolling, Sun-fired and drowsy! ...
Whence flew the litter whereon he was laid? Of what heroic stuff was warlock Henry made? and questions of that ...
An imaginary composer.] I. Hist, but a word, fair and soft! Forth and be judged, Master Hugues! Answer the question ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
A wanderer is man from his birth. He was born in a ship On the breast of the river of ...
1. The voice ended, they saw his pale visage Emerge from the darkness; his hand On the rock of eternity ...
1 O TO make the most jubilant poem! Even to set off these, and merge with these, the carols of ...
This day winding down now At God speeded summer's end In the torrent salmon sun, In my seashaken house On ...
Hail to thee, mountain beloved, with thy glittering purple-dyed summit! Hail to thee also, fair sun, looking so lovingly on! ...
In the grey beginning of years, in the twilight of things that began, The word of the earth in the ...
At four years Nature is mountainous, Mysterious, and submarine. Even A city child knows this, hearing the subway's Rumor underground. ...
Earth, Ocean, Air, belovèd brotherhood! If our great Mother has imbued my soul With aught of natural piety to feel ...
She sang beyond the genius of the sea. The water never formed to mind or voice, Like a body wholly ...
Though not for common praise of him, Nor yet for pride or charity, Still would I make to Vanderberg One ...
Aye, but she? Your other sister and my other soul Grave Silence, lovelier Than the three loveliest maidens, what of ...
"...his poems that no one reads anymore become dust, wind, nothing, like the insolent colored shirt he bought to die ...
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