The Dome Of Sunday (Karl Shapiro Poems)
With focus sharp as Flemish-painted faceIn film of varnish brightly fixedAnd through a polished hand-lens deeply seen,Sunday at noon through ...
With focus sharp as Flemish-painted faceIn film of varnish brightly fixedAnd through a polished hand-lens deeply seen,Sunday at noon through ...
While our shrub--walks darken, And the stars get bright aloft, Still we sit and hearken To the music low and soft; By the old ...
A DIALOGUE WITH LOVE.Dimmi di grazia, amor.Nay, prithee tell me, Love, when I behold My lady, do mine eyes her beauty ...
O come, white snow, and hide the Summer dead! Let not a flower of all I loved be seen! O blinding sky ...
A Microcosm In Terza RimaI.Quiet I lay at last, and knew no moreWhether I breathed or not, so worn I ...
In that soft season, when descending show'rsCall forth the greens, and wake the rising flow'rs;When op'ning buds salute the welcome ...
I Apollo! Apollo! Apollo!II Where hast thou, Apollo, gone? I have wandered on and on, Through the shaggy Dorian gorges, ...
I.Faith, there's a hantle queer complaintsTo cheenge puir sinners into saints,An' mony divers ways o' deein'That doctors hae a chance ...
WE shipped him at the Sandwich Isles --'Fore God, he's mostly nose! We've fetched him full eight thousand miles To ...
the joyful man Franz maintained protuberancefrom start to finishhe never came down the porch measured stars named flowers believed I ...
Who does not wish, ever to judge aright, And, in the Course of Life's Affairs, To have ...
The days drag on, each moment multipliesWithin my wounded heart the pain and sadnessOf an unhappy love and, dark, gives ...
Who does not wish, ever to judge aright, And, in the Course of Life's Affairs, To have a quick, and ...
Where, like a pillow on a bed A pregnant bank swell'd up to rest The violet's reclining head, Sat we ...
Whangaehu waters, hot-spilled from the cauldron of Crater Lake, swirling mud-green from the cup between Tahurangi and Pyramid Peak, sulphurous, ...
LET other heroes boast their scars, The marks of sturt and strife: And other poets sing of wars, The plagues ...
That some day, emerging at last from the terrifying vision I may burst into jubilant praise to assenting angels! That ...
Overnight, very Whitely, discreetly, Very quietly Our toes, our noses Take hold on the loam, Acquire the air. Nobody sees ...
To Jena Woodhouse This way of minutes miserably mixed With their own blinks misunderstood By birds and trees, this eye-born ...
Now Morn, her rosy steps in the eastern clime Advancing, sowed the earth with orient pearl, When Adam waked, so ...
I, who erewhile the happy Garden sung By one man's disobedience lost, now sing Recovered Paradise to all mankind, By ...
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