I Was Six (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
My wife shared with me new candles votives to replace those used up Suddenly I was six, maybe eight certainly ...
My wife shared with me new candles votives to replace those used up Suddenly I was six, maybe eight certainly ...
How will the case go How will we ever know It depends On the totality of the circumstances The best ...
A women had given birth to an old man. He cried to have again been caught in the pattern. Oh ...
The day after Christmas, young Albert Were what's called, confined to his bed, With a tight kind of pain in ...
I speak to you across cities I speak to you across plains My mouth is upon your pillow Both faces ...
(The Dry Salvages-presumably les trois sauvages-is a small group of rocks, with a beacon, off the N.E. coast of Cape ...
I In my beginning is my end. In succession Houses rise and fall, crumble, are extended, Are removed, destroyed, restored, ...
I Midwinter spring is its own season Sempiternal though sodden towards sundown, Suspended in time, between pole and tropic. When ...
I Time present and time past Are both perhaps present in time future, And time future contained in time past. ...
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
The blue forest, chilled and blue, like the lips of the dead if the lips were gone. The year has ...
Glassmakers, at century's end, compounded metallic lusters in reference to natural sheens (dragonfly and beetle wings, marbled light on kerosene) ...
Over and back, the long waves crawl and track the sand with foam; night darkens, and the sea takes on ...
For God's sake hold your tongue, and let me love, Or chide my palsy, or my gout, My five grey ...
You know that Portrait in the Moon -- So tell me who 'tis like -- The very Brow -- the ...
Who goes to dine must take his Feast Or find the Banquet mean -- The Table is not laid without ...
The pattern of the sun Can fit but him alone For sheen must have a Disk To be a sun ...
The Angle of a Landscape -- That every time I wake -- Between my Curtain and the Wall Upon an ...
On the World you colored Morning painted rose -- Idle his Vermillion Aimlessly crept the Glows Over Realms of Orchards ...
I learned -- at least -- what Home could be -- How ignorant I had been Of pretty ways of ...
It rained throughout the night, a truly welcome sound that eases sleep although we barely slept - we were distressed ...
Here at the spoke-ends of our galaxy it is easy to forget the central axle moving insensibly slow, still the ...
I have been spiritually poisoned by the unclean, in ignorance blessed their springs. In consequence I withered and drifted down ...
One in thy thousand statues we salute thee On all thy thousand thrones acclaim and claim Who walk in forest ...
Hark! 'tis the twanging horn! O'er yonder bridge, That with its wearisome but needful length Bestrides the wintry flood, in ...
1) Sleeping birds, lead me, soft birds, be me inside this black room, back of the white moon. In the ...
I stood upon a highway, And, behold, there came Many strange peddlers. To me each one made gestures, Holding forth ...
Bound, hungry to pluck again from the thousand technologies of ecstasy boundlessness, the world that at a drop of water ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
I was but what you'd brush with your palm, what your leaning brow would hunch to in evening's raven-black hush. ...
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