Temagami (Archibald Lampman Poems)
Far in the grim Northwest beyond the lines That turn the rivers eastward to the sea, Set with a ...
Far in the grim Northwest beyond the lines That turn the rivers eastward to the sea, Set with a ...
The heavenly hills of Holland,-- How wondrously they rise Above the smooth green pastures Into the azure skies! With blue ...
June 22, 1611 THE SHALLOP ON HUDSON BAY One sail in sight upon the lonely sea And only one, God ...
cold nights on the farm, a sock-shod stove-warmed flatiron slid under the covers, mornings a damascene- sealed bizarrerie of fernwork ...
A RETURN TO THE COVER OF THIS BOOK Dear Trout Fishing in America: I met your friend Fritz in Washington ...
WORSEWICK Worsewick Hot Springs was nothing fancy. Somebody put some boards across the creek. That was it. The boards dammed ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
ON my northwest coast in the midst of the night, a fishermen's group stands watching; Out on the lake, that ...
1 RISE, O days, from your fathomless deeps, till you loftier, fiercer sweep! Long for my soul, hungering gymnastic, I ...
1 STARTING from fish-shape Paumanok, where I was born, Well-begotten, and rais'd by a perfect mother; After roaming many lands-lover ...
NEITHER rose leaves gathered in a jar-respectably in Boston-these-nor drops of Christ blood for a chalice-decently in Philadelphia or Baltimore. ...
CLOWNS DYINGFIVE circus clowns dying this year, morning newspapers told their lives, how each one horizontal in a last gesture ...
LAST night a January wind was ripping at the shingles over our house and whistling a wolf song under the ...
I CRIED over beautiful things knowing no beautiful thing lasts. The field of cornflower yellow is a scarf at the ...
POLAND, France, Judea ran in her veins, Singing to Paris for bread, singing to Gotham in a fizz at the ...
MANY things I might have said today. And I kept my mouth shut. So many times I was asked To ...
I DON'T blame the kettle drums-they are hungry. And the snare drums-I know what they want-they are empty too. And ...
After seeing at Boston the statue of Robert Gould Shaw, killed while storming Fort Wagner, July 18, 1863, at the ...
It was moon-light, and the earth sparkled With new-fallen frost. It was midnight and not a soul abroad. Out of ...
If Ezra Pound were alive today (and he is) he'd be teaching at a small college in the Pacific Northwest ...
Pond snipe, bleached pine, rue weed, wart -- I walk by sedge and brown river rot to where the old ...
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