The Life Beyond (Rupert Brooke Poem)
He wakes, who never thought to wake again, Who held the end was Death. He opens eyes Slowly, to one ...
He wakes, who never thought to wake again, Who held the end was Death. He opens eyes Slowly, to one ...
(Translated from the French by Edouard Rodti) My wife with the hair of a wood fire With the thoughts of ...
When sorrow lays us low for a second we are saved by humble windfalls of the mindfulness or memory: the ...
I. THE FLOWER'S NAME Here's the garden she walked across, Arm in my arm, such a short while since: Hark, ...
ADMIRING Nature in her wildest grace, These northern scenes with weary feet I trace; O'er many a winding dale and ...
She looks out in the blue morning and sees a whole wonderful world she looks out in the morning and ...
We sit together and talk, or smoke in silence. You say (but use no words) 'this night is passing As ...
I The girl in the room beneath Before going to bed Strums on a mandolin The three simple tunes she ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
Glion?--Ah, twenty years, it cuts All meaning from a name! White houses prank where once were huts. Glion, but not ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
A free bird leaps on the back Of the wind and floats downstream Till the current ends and dips his ...
UPON 1 a simmer Sunday morn When Nature's face is fair, I walked forth to view the corn, An' snuff ...
The sky is an immortal tent built by the Sons of Los: And every space that a man views around ...
The sky is an immortal tent built by the Sons of Los: And every space that a man views around ...
O Autumn, laden with fruit, and stain'd With the blood of the grape, pass not, but sit Beneath my shady ...
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