The Builders (C J Dennis Poems)
Behold, I built a fowlhouse in my yard! Two months agone the great work was begun,And ev'ry eventide I labored ...
Behold, I built a fowlhouse in my yard! Two months agone the great work was begun,And ev'ry eventide I labored ...
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THE dove of Liberty sat on an eggAnd hatched another eagle.But didn't disown the bird._Down with all eagles_! cooed the ...
Sculptor of demons and of goddesses,I chisel also an eidolon of lovein ebony, adorning him with black rosesthat bear the ...
" Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And ...
the honey bee is sad and crossand wicked as a weaseland when she perches on you bossshe leaves a little ...
He perches in the slime, inert, Bedaubed with iridescent dirt. The oil upon the puddles dries To colours like a ...
Her brown falcon perches above the sink as steaming water forks over my hands. Below the wrists they shrivel and ...
Down into the ditch off of our perches lowering ourselves into the depths Reaching out to our neighbors in this ...
Trying to capture the aerialists on their perches, the loosestrife enticing them all to the pollen Trying to freeze the ...
So like a flower and a current of air the flow of water fleeting shadows the smile glimpsed at midnight ...
"Hope" is the thing with feathers -- That perches in the soul -- And sings the tune without the words ...
The day was wet, the rain fell souse Like jars of strawberry jam, a sound was heard in the ...
Was it worth keeping the Halt open, We thought as we looked at the sky Red through the spread of ...
At four o'clock in the gun-metal blue dark we hear the first crow of the first cock just below the ...
THEL'S MOTTO 1 Does the Eagle know what is in the pit? 2 Or wilt thou go ask the Mole? ...
A little Indian temple in the Golden Age. Around it a garden; around that the forest. Anashuya, the young priestess, ...
Laughter not time destroyed my voice And put that crack in it, And when the moon's pot-bellied I get a ...
High beyond the thick wall a tower shines with sunset Where peach and plum are blooming and the willowcotton flies. ...
(AMSTERDAM, 1645) And there you are again, now as you are. Observe yourself as you discern yourself In your discredited ...
"No water so still as the dead fountains of Versailles." No swan, with swart blind look askance and gondoliering legs, ...
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