Midsummer (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
IThe mellow smell of hollyhocksAnd marigolds and pinks and phloxBlends with the homely garden scentsOf onions, silvering into rods;Of peppers, ...
IThe mellow smell of hollyhocksAnd marigolds and pinks and phloxBlends with the homely garden scentsOf onions, silvering into rods;Of peppers, ...
I imagine them walking down rocky paths toward me, strong, Italian women returning at dusk from fields where they worked ...
From the stem fresh from the garden warm from the sun the air in our yard The fresh tomato so ...
The days of our lives like the gardens we have planted the plants in neat ordered rows yet needing to ...
The little patch of dirt the garden in the yard soil prepared for them the flats from the nursery in ...
Sweet maple syrup, bitter radish, salad greens Tart lemon, juicy fruits Sour rhubarb, creamy sauces Raw meat, flaky fish rich ...
Forget the frank, Give me the Fenway sausage. Lansdowne or Yawkey, Just give me the street, the crowds, the carts. ...
The birches stand in their beggar's row: Each poor tree Has had its wrists nearly Torn from the clear sleeves ...
for Moremi, 1963 Earth will not share the rafter's envy; dung floors Break, not the gecko's slight skin, but its ...
A FOREFINGER of stone, dreamed by a sculptor, points to the sky. It says: This way! this way! Four lions ...
Tomatoes rosy as perfect baby's buttocks, eggplants glossy as waxed fenders, purple neon flawless glistening peppers, pole beans fecund and ...
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