Forest And Field (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
IGREEN, watery jets of light let throughThe rippling foliage drenched with dew;And golden glimmers, warm and dim,That in the vistaed ...
IGREEN, watery jets of light let throughThe rippling foliage drenched with dew;And golden glimmers, warm and dim,That in the vistaed ...
The day is dead; and in the westThe slender crescent of the moon--Diana's crystal-kindled crest--Sinks hillward in a silvery swoon.What ...
Behold the blossom-bosomed Day again,With all the star-white Hours in her train,Laughs out of pearl-lights through a golden ray,That, leaning ...
Here, at its base, in dingled deeps Of spice-bush, where the ivy creeps, The cold spring scoops its hollow; And there three mossy ...
Severn has kilns set all along her banksWhere the thin reeds grow and rushes in ranks;And the carts tip rubbish ...
I hunt for a sign of you in all the others,In the rapid undulant river of women,Braids, shyly sinking eyes,Light ...
women are valued for their beautymen for the shadow cast by long eyelashesand poets because in the wordthey conceal the ...
Round - oblong - like jam -Terse as virulent hermaphrodites;Calling across the sodden twisted ends of Time.Edifices of importunitySway like ...
IRed SlippersRed slippers in a shop-window, and outside in the street, flaws of grey,windy sleet!Behind the polished glass, the slippers ...
O Distinct Lady of my unkempt adoration if I have made a fragile curtain song under the window of your ...
Cross-hatchings of rain against grey walls, Slant lines of black rain In front of the up and down, wet stone ...
I Frindsbury, Kent, 1786 Bang! Bang! Tap! Tap-a-tap! Rap! All through the lead and silver Winter days, All through the ...
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door. A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind Swirled through the trees, ...
Streaks of green and yellow iridescence, Silver shiftings, Rings veering out of rings, Silver -- gold -- Grey-green opaqueness sliding ...
When awful darkness and silence reign Over the great Gromboolian plain, Through the long, long wintry nights; -- When the ...
And so I look back still thinking of her with painful heart, this clench of inner flesh. -Kakinomoto Hitomaro from ...
There were not many at that lonely place, Where two scourged hills met in a little plain. The wind cried ...
His portrait hung upon the wall. Oh how at us he used to stare. Each Sunday when I made my ...
GUNS, Long, steel guns, Pointed from the war ships In the name of the war god. Straight, shining, polished guns, ...
IN the cool of the night time The clocks pick off the points And the mainsprings loosen. They will need ...
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