The Twelve-Forty-Five (Joyce Kilmer Poem)
(For Edward J. Wheeler) Within the Jersey City shed The engine coughs and shakes its head, The smoke, a plume ...
(For Edward J. Wheeler) Within the Jersey City shed The engine coughs and shakes its head, The smoke, a plume ...
It begins again, the nocturnal pulse. It courses through the cables laid for it. It mounts to the chandeliers and ...
In Memory of one of the Writer's Family who was a Volunteer during the War with Napoleon In a ferny ...
When the Present has latched its postern behind my tremulous stay, And the May month flaps its glad green leaves ...
From art to law from beauty to pain a life with twists and turns bringing him home and bringing him ...
Nocturnal marauders in my yard Villains of the woods, with masks to boot Out in my land looking for food ...
Oh how to tell the tale to spin the yarn, to pull you in Bring you along, down memory road ...
Bring me wine, but wine which never grew In the belly of the grape, Or grew on vine whose tap-roots, ...
TWELVE o'clock. Along the reaches of the street Held in a lunar synthesis, Whispering lunar incantations Dissolve the floors of ...
Beautiful must be the mountains whence ye come, And bright in the fruitful valleys the streams, wherefrom Ye learn your ...
Cedars and the westward sun. The darkening sky. A man alone Watches beside the fallen wall The evening multitudes of ...
O muse of my heart, lover of palaces, Will you bring, when January lets loose its sleet And its black ...
My impoverished muse, alas! What have you for me this morning? Your empty eyes are stocked with nocturnal visions, In ...
Many setups. At least as many falls. Winter is paralyzing the country, but not here. Here, the boys are impersonating ...
What means my name to you?...T'will die As does the melancholy murmur Of distant waves or, of a summer, The ...
In lakeside leafy groves, a friar Escaped all worries; there he passed His summer days in constant prayer, Deep studies ...
Hail, holy Light, offspring of Heaven firstborn, Or of the Eternal coeternal beam May I express thee unblam'd? since God ...
The Angel ended, and in Adam's ear So charming left his voice, that he a while Thought him still speaking, ...
Do they dream of past lives and unlived dreams unspeakably human or unimaginably bestial? Do they struggle to catch in ...
A Masque Presented At Ludlow Castle, 1634, Before The Earl Of Bridgewater, Then President Of Wales. The Persons The ATTENDANT ...
HAIL holy light, ofspring of Heav'n first-born, Or of th' Eternal Coeternal beam May I express thee unblam'd? since God ...
I A dream of interlinking hands, of feet Tireless to spin the unseen, fairy woof Of the entangling waltz. Bright ...
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