More Life-went out-when He went (Emily Dickinson Poems)
422More Life-went out-when He wentThan Ordinary Breath-Lit with a finer Phosphor-Requiring in the Quench-A Power of Renowned Cold,The Climate of ...
422More Life-went out-when He wentThan Ordinary Breath-Lit with a finer Phosphor-Requiring in the Quench-A Power of Renowned Cold,The Climate of ...
Under the sweep of a fell the smoke-reek curls and drifts Where a white-walled cottage stands nestling amid the ...
Snow of the blackberry bloom, purple of heather bells, The fir and the oak tree boughs with the ivy ...
for T. P. Flanagan We have no prairies To slice a big sun at evening-- Everywhere the eye concedes to ...
As if he had been poured in tar, he lies on a pillow of turf and seems to weep the ...
Between my finger and my thumb The squat pin rest; snug as a gun. Under my window, a clean rasping ...
Preserved, as if still alive under the hard-packed white the drifts, the dunes covering the cars in white Like mammoths ...
The beauty of the ordered world the turn of the growing leaf the whisper in the wind bright sunshine on ...
Out on the mountain rich in summer the greens so deep almost hurting my eyes Trying to focus, also in ...
Walking around the parkway, cut through the wooded place long after this land was a lake, long after the bog ...
Field trip On the bus Down the road To see science The bog Sucked my leg Into the sphagnum Florescent ...
Prate, ye who will, of so-called charms you find across the sea-- The land of stoves and sunshine is good ...
Bulkeley, Hunt, Willard, Hosmer, Meriam, Flint, Possessed the land which rendered to their toil Hay, corn, roots, hemp, flax, apples, ...
More Life -- went out -- when He went Than Ordinary Breath -- Lit with a finer Phosphor -- Requiring ...
Here's a girl from a dangerous town She crops her dark hair short so that less of her has to ...
IN this strange land, this uncouth clime, A land unknown to prose or rhyme; Where words ne'er cross't the Muse's ...
Many a miner has gone into the deep pit to receive the dust of a kiss, an ore-cell. He has ...
for Moremi, 1963 Earth will not share the rafter's envy; dung floors Break, not the gecko's slight skin, but its ...
Let us be thankful, Lord, for little things - The song of birds, the rapture of the rose; Cloud-dappled skies, ...
When I played my penny whistle on the braes above Lochgyle The heather bloomed about us, and we heard the ...
In Hayfield I imagine not just the nuts and bolts of split cockpits but a Spitfire's sunk fuselage has smoked ...
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