A November Sketch (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
The hoar-frost hisses 'neath the feet, And the worm-fence's straggling length, Smote by the morning's slanted strength, Sparkles one rib of virgin sleet. To ...
The hoar-frost hisses 'neath the feet, And the worm-fence's straggling length, Smote by the morning's slanted strength, Sparkles one rib of virgin sleet. To ...
I heard it once, smoothed-outby gallons of coffee,chest husking like a plowand pulled it into a basement.Cardigan-wrapped the next morningand ...
My eyes catch ruddy necksSturdily pressed back -All a red brick moving glint.Like flaming pendulums, handsSwing across the khaki -Mustard-coloured ...
The house in Broad Street, red brick, with nine rooms the weedgrown graveyard with its rows of tombs the jail ...
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