night-piece (Rg Gregory Poem)
what's that i'm awake a bang like a door or a foot knocking a chair who's there tense i lie ...
what's that i'm awake a bang like a door or a foot knocking a chair who's there tense i lie ...
a cold bright sun two days to christmas a first-quarter moon at a good vantage-point a small white coffin driven ...
I have put on my great coat it is cold. It is an outer garment. Coarse, woolen. Of unknown origin. ...
As the Sun withdrew his rays from the garden, and the moon threw cushioned beams upon the flowers, I sat ...
The clouds, moving perceptible in the moonlight cutting through the dome placed upon the cobalt the arc of the dark ...
Sheep of many colors those nearby and those scattered far away joining into one flock following one shepherd calling to ...
Here, right where I live where I work, where I toil, where we worship, where my wife, my girls are ...
Unlike the shepherds, on a nearby hillside, watching their sheep. Not called by a choir of angels, a chorus of ...
A crispness to the air, the sky the sounds of leaves underfoot of the wheels running on the pavement the ...
Out of the bounty, the wealth of our land a harvest each season, food for the millions gathered and stored, ...
Long ago, long ago the green metal of the statue in the nearby park was a man in faraway lands, ...
A summer, long ago a different sleepover, out under the stars, in the Berkshire woods when summer camp meant the ...
sitting at the end of the dinner thinking of a walk in the woods just before fall not in the ...
My wife shared with me new candles votives to replace those used up Suddenly I was six, maybe eight certainly ...
A mat of green, burgundy, and brown Covered the skin of the once open water Of the marsh, cut off ...
To drive Paul out of any lumber camp All that was needed was to say to him, "How is the ...
The barber has accidentally taken off an ear. It lies like something newborn on the floor in a nest of ...
Some gentlemen are floating in the meadow over the yellow grass. They seem to hover by those wonderful blue little ...
The sky in the trees, the trees mixed up with what's left of heaven, nearby a patch of daffodils rooted ...
He'd spent his life trying to control the names people gave him; oh the unfair and the accurate equally hurt. ...
Because she could find no one else to paint a picture of the old family place where she and her ...
I awoke with two poets in my bed, books I chose from the library, possibly intent on a swift read ...
To at last be indestructible, a poem must first glow, almost flammable, upon a thing inert, as gray, as dull ...
O! Und dann wieder dies Bei-sich-selbst-Sein! Diese Stummheiten! Dies Getriebenwerden! .................................................................................. O! And then to be with -our -very -selves! ...
Every month or so, Sundays, we walked the line, The limit and the boundary. Past the sweet gum Superb above ...
THE HUNCHBACK TROUT The creek was made narrow by little green trees that grew too close together. The creek was ...
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, the mountain in back of the lake promised us ...
That dark brown rabbit, lightness in his ears & underneath, gladdened our afternoon munching a crab-'. That rabbit was a ...
When, by decree of the supreme power, The Poet appears in this annoyed world, His mother, blasphemous out of horror ...
I said I will find what is lowly and put the roots of my identity down there: each day I'll ...
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