Silences (Edwin John Pratt Poems)
There is no silence upon the earth or under the earth like the silence under the sea;No cries announcing ...
There is no silence upon the earth or under the earth like the silence under the sea;No cries announcing ...
"Sleep, love, sleep! The dusty day is done. Lo! from afar the freshening breezes sweep Wide over groves of balm, ...
A NEW SONG TO AN OLD TUNE. I'll sing you a song of the modern time-when honesty grows ...
Silently -- shadowly -- some lives go, And the sound of their voices is all unheard;Or, if heard at all, ...
How terrible these nights are when aloneWith our scarred hearts, we sit in solitude,And some old sorrow, to the world ...
I'd like to have a hut in the wild forest density, Made of firewood and a forest's scarcity.Hanged high among ...
How dear to hearts by hurtful noises scarredIn the stillness of the many-leav?d trees,The quiet of green hills, the million-starredTranquillity ...
The lean coyote, prowler of the night, Slips to his rocky fastnesses, Jack-rabbits noiselessly shuttle among the sage-brush, ...
What is there with you and me, that I may not forget but your white shapes come crowding noiselessly in ...
How still it is! Sunshine itself here falls In quiet shafts of light through the high trees Which, arching, make ...
The groves were God's first temples. Ere man learned To hew the shaft, and lay the architrave, And spread the ...
"Oh yes, I went over to Edmonstoun the other day and saw Johnny, mooning around as usual! He will never ...
Far from the Rappahannock, the silent Danube moves along toward the sea. The brown and green Nile rolls slowly Like ...
1 AT the last, tenderly, From the walls of the powerful, fortress'd house, From the clasp of the knitted locks-from ...
AMERICA always! Always our own feuillage! Always Florida's green peninsula! Always the priceless delta of Louisiana! Always the cotton-fields of ...
1 I WANDER all night in my vision, Stepping with light feet, swiftly and noiselessly stepping and stopping, Bending with ...
The air is perfumed with the morning's fresh breeze, From the bush peer the sunbeams all purple and bright, While ...
I NOW, O friend, whom noiselessly the snows Settle around, and whose small chamber grows Dusk as the sloping window ...
There is never a wind to sing o'er the sea On its dimpled bosom that holdeth in fee Wealth of ...
Shoestring Press, Nottingham, 2000. VIII Final concept harbour which has broken there where it crumpled our faces there where ikons ...
Still sober, César Vallejo comes home and finds a black ribbon around the apartment building covering the front door. He ...
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