Blue, not Purple (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The lilacs illumined in the morning sun hard to describe the color so soft, finely spun Blue, not purple like ...
The lilacs illumined in the morning sun hard to describe the color so soft, finely spun Blue, not purple like ...
A cloud of intoxication slowing our steps or mine at least gathering in the nectar breathing springtime in The white ...
Watching Christ sitting at the table speaking words unlike the others always the same before Hushed, in that moment the ...
In the city block, right behind downtown two might maples in their backyard Walking home from school dropping off the ...
On the side of their house around the bulkhead between their yard and their neighbor's driveway not much there in ...
The rich, full, round rhododendron bloom hidden, nestled snug behind the yew, full green deep forest, radiant chartreuse where the ...
Sweet, intoxicating, alluring spreading out onto the playground the bush changing the air soft, subtle, a presence lilac air at ...
The house awash in the smell of last night's dinner, now the stuff of soup, the simmering bones of the ...
Rolling in the pollen, gathering the nectar a bumblebee at work, on the job capturing in my viewfinder, discovered again ...
A flurry of motion descended on the ripe flower new, open, uncovered nectar fragrant bloom blazing yellow Plate of color, ...
'Tis years, soubrette, since last we met; And yet--ah, yet, how swift and tender My thoughts go back in time's ...
Hover the imagined center, our tongues grew long to please it, licking the walls, a chamber built of scent, a ...
Give me truths, For I am weary of the surfaces, And die of inanition. If I knew Only the herbs ...
Man was made of social earth, Child and brother from his birth; Tethered by a liquid cord Of blood through ...
Who gave thee, O Beauty! The keys of this breast, Too credulous lover Of blest and unblest? Say when in ...
In Ionia whence sprang old poets' fame, From whom that sea did first derive her name, The blessed bed whereon ...
We -- Bee and I -- live by the quaffing -- 'Tisn't all Hock -- with us -- Life has ...
Success is counted sweetest By those who ne'er succeed. To comprehend a nectar Requires sorest need. Not one of all ...
Go thou gentle whispering wind, Bear this sigh; and if thou find Where my cruel fair doth rest, Cast it ...
Recite the loves of Narva and Mored The priest of Chalma's triple idol said. High from the ground the youthful ...
Hear me, Lord of the Stars! For thee I have worshipped ever With stains and sorrows and scars, With joyful, ...
When the chill of earth black-breasted is uplifted at the glance Of the red sun million-crested, and the forest blossoms ...
Hear me, Lord of the Stars! For thee I have worshipped ever With stains and sorrows and scars, With joyful, ...
When the chill of earth black-breasted is uplifted at the glance Of the red sun million-crested, and the forest blossoms ...
All Nature seems at work. Slugs leave their lair- The bees are stirring-birds are on the wing- And Winter slumbering ...
"AND did you really walk," said I, "On such a wretched night? I always fancied Ghosts could fly - If ...
My jolly fat host with your face all a-grin, Come, open the door to us, let us come in. A ...
Thou Power! who hast ruled me through Infancy's days, Young offspring of Fancy, 'tis time we should part; Then rise ...
When, by decree of the supreme power, The Poet appears in this annoyed world, His mother, blasphemous out of horror ...
He. O PHILLY, happy be that day, When roving thro' the gather'd hay, My youthfu' heart was stown away, And ...
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