‘Jack Robertson’ (Henry Lawson Poems)
HOW OFT in public meetings past, Where sense was not and talk was loud,We caught a glimpse of long white hair Upon ...
HOW OFT in public meetings past, Where sense was not and talk was loud,We caught a glimpse of long white hair Upon ...
Your heart, a frozen orange, a centre,within, without light, of sweet juniper oiland a porous appearance of gold: a surfacethat ...
Is it illusion? or does there a spirit from perfecter ages, Here, even yet, amid loss, change, and corruption abide? ...
Tombed in the solid night of starless space; From nearest living orb so far removed, That light, of all material ...
For, day and night, by restless demons stirred,-- Like many fires in one combustion joined,-- King, sorcerers, priests, rulers, and ...
DESCRIBE the Borough--though our idle tribeMay love description, can we so describe,That you shall fairly streets and buildings trace,And all ...
Once I was in love & I think I loved that girlmuch more than she loved me. Would I heal?Would ...
The forest ended. Glad I wasTo feel the light, and hear the humOf bees, and smell the drying grassAnd the ...
The Man Closing Up," from Night Light" (1967), would make his bed,If he could sleep on it.He would make his ...
A RUSSIAN LEGEND. There went a widow woman from the outskirts of the city, Whose lonely sorrow might have moved ...
(Sydney)"The Man of the Nation"YONDER the band is playingAnd the fine Young People walk.They are envying each other and talkingTheir ...
CROSSING KANSAS BY TRAIN The telephone poles Have been holding their Arms out A long time now To birds That ...
Yes, I shall swear by you, my verse,I shall wheeze out, before I swoon:You're not a tenor's shape and voice,You're ...
"As unto the bow the cord is, So unto the man is woman; Though she bends him, she obeys him, ...
X. Hiawatha's Wooing "As unto the bow the cord is, So unto the man is woman, Though she bends him, ...
From the outskirts of the town, Where of old the mile-stone stood, Now a stranger, looking down I behold the ...
His voice, rising, calling in the wilderness preparing the way, of the coming Lord his voice shining, bringing the light ...
Below are eleven Buson haiku beginning with the phrase 'The short night--' The short night-- on the hairy caterpillar beads ...
In the outskirts of the village On the river's winding shores Stand the Occidental plane-trees, Stand the ancient sycamores. One ...
A pencil, sir; a penny -- won't you buy? I'm cold and wet and tired, a sorry plight; Don't turn ...
People sit numbly at the counter waiting for breakfast or service. Today it's Hartford, Connecticut more than twenty-five years after ...
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