The Sale of Saint Thomas (Lascelles Abercrombie Poem)
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
Zeus, Brazen-thunder-hurler, Cloud-whirler, son-of-Kronos, Send vengeance on these Oreads Who strew White frozen flecks of mist and cloud Over the ...
I turn the page and read: "I dream of silent verses where the rhyme Glides noiseless as an oar." The ...
Swallow, swallow, neighbor swallow, Starting on your autumn flight, Pause a moment at my window, Twitter softly your good-night; For ...
I know if I find you I will have to leave the earth and go on out over the sea ...
Silver will lie where she lies sun-out, whatever turning the world does, longeared in her ashen, earless, floating world: indifferent ...
So I said I am Ezra and the wind whipped my throat gaming for the sounds of my voice I ...
Walking is like imagination, a single step dissolves the circle into motion; the eye here and there rests on a ...
I have a life that did not become, that turned aside and stopped, astonished: I hold it in me like ...
Far from the Rappahannock, the silent Danube moves along toward the sea. The brown and green Nile rolls slowly Like ...
Just when I thought there wasn't room enough for another thought in my head, I had this great idea-- call ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
Orpheus liked the glad personal quality Of the things beneath the sky. Of course, Eurydice was a part Of this. ...
Something strange is creeping across me. La Celestina has only to warble the first few bars Of "I Thought about ...
The first of the undecoded messages read: "Popeye sits in thunder, Unthought of. From that shoebox of an apartment, From ...
Kind of empty in the way it sees everything, the earth gets to its feet andsalutes the sky. More of ...
And the town is frozen solid in a vice, Trees, walls, snow, beneath a glass. Over crystal, on slippery tracks ...
And the just man trailed God's shining agent, over a black mountain, in his giant track, while a restless voice ...
Not under foreign skies Nor under foreign wings protected - I shared all this with my own people There, where ...
Not the peace of a cease-fire not even the vision of the wolf and the lamb, but rather as in ...
Memorial day for the war dead. Add now the grief of all your losses to their grief, even of a ...
My child wafts peace. When I lean over him, It is not just the smell of soap. All the people ...
I have become very hairy all over my body. I'm afraid they'll start hunting me because of my fur. My ...
God has pity on kindergarten children, He pities school children -- less. But adults he pities not at all. He ...
Visits of condolence is all we get from them. They squat at the Holocaust Memorial, They put on grave faces ...
Far, far from here, The Adriatic breaks in a warm bay Among the green Illyrian hills; and there The sunshine ...
1 Faster, faster, 2 O Circe, Goddess, 3 Let the wild, thronging train 4 The bright procession 5 Of eddying ...
Glion?--Ah, twenty years, it cuts All meaning from a name! White houses prank where once were huts. Glion, but not ...
The Youth Faster, faster, O Circe, Goddess, Let the wild, thronging train The bright procession Of eddying forms, Sweep through ...
Weary of myself, and sick of asking What I am, and what I ought to be, At this vessel's prow ...
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