New Leaves (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
New sunlight first rays in the morning cutting over the tree line down through the woods into the yard Catching ...
New sunlight first rays in the morning cutting over the tree line down through the woods into the yard Catching ...
Like a second layer of skin is her faith right out there, the outer edge of her exuding from her ...
Up even with the second floor window of our bedroom, a piece of flat, smooth oak bark is shaped like ...
She's riding the merry-go round still On the outer horse Holding an old and faded doll No longer a favorite ...
She sat beside me in the car a dark skirt a white, hand stitched blouse with bright Andean characters, dolls ...
I thought myself indeed secure, So fast the door, so firm the lock; But, lo! he toddling comes to lure ...
NO easy matter 'tis to hold, Against its owner's will, the fleece Who troubled by the itching smart Of Cupid's ...
He reads my latest attempt at a poem and is silent for a long time, until it feels like that ...
My mind matches this understand land. Outdoors the pencilled tree, the wind-carved drift, Indoors the constant fire, the careful thrift ...
WHEN I was young, we dwelt in a vale By a misty fen that rang all night, And thus it ...
Old Davis owned a solid mica mountain In Dalton that would someday make his fortune. There'd been some Boston people ...
Tree at my window, window tree, My sash is lowered when night comes on; But let there never be curtain ...
But outer Space, At least this far, For all the fuss Of the populace Stays more popular Than populous (Robert ...
All out of doors looked darkly in at him Through the thin frost, almost in separate stars, That gathers on ...
I Time present and time past Are both perhaps present in time future, And time future contained in time past. ...
The Outer -- from the Inner Derives its Magnitude -- 'Tis Duke, or Dwarf, according As is the Central Mood ...
The Color of the Grave is Green -- The Outer Grave -- I mean -- You would not know it ...
Of Yellow was the outer Sky In Yellower Yellow hewn Till Saffron in Vermilion slid Whose seam could not be ...
Exhilaration -- is within -- There can no Outer Wine So royally intoxicate As that diviner Brand The Soul achieves ...
Patience -- has a quiet Outer -- Patience -- Look within -- Is an Insect's futile forces Infinites -- between ...
When I close my eyes I cannot reconstruct your face but the three-dimensional solidity or you bursts through the tissues ...
To-night I tread the unsubstantial way That looms before me, as the thundering night Falls on the ocean: I must ...
To-night I tread the unsubstantial way That looms before me, as the thundering night Falls on the ocean: I must ...
Inscribed to a Dear Child: In Memory of Golden Summer Hours And Whispers of a Summer Sea Girt with a ...
Dedication Inscribed to a dear Child: in memory of golden summer hours and whispers of a summer sea. Girt with ...
Methinks in Him there dwells alway A sea of laughter very deep, Where the leviathans leap, And little children play, ...
This harbour was made by art and force. And called Kingstown and afterwards Dun Laoghaire. And holds the sea behind ...
THE HUNCHBACK TROUT The creek was made narrow by little green trees that grew too close together. The creek was ...
To exalt, enthrone, establish and defend, To welcome home mankind's mysterious friend Wine, true begetter of all arts that be; ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
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