The Dead Gods (Cale Young Rice Poems)
I thought I plunged into that dire Abyss Which is Oblivion, the house of Death. I thought there ...
I thought I plunged into that dire Abyss Which is Oblivion, the house of Death. I thought there ...
_WHO gave us flowers?Heaven? The white God_?Nonsense!Up out of hell,From Hades;Infernal Dis!_Jesus the god of flowers_------?Not he._Or sun-bright Apollo, him ...
Persephone, Persephone!Still I fancy I can seeThee amid the daffodils.Golden wealth thy basket fills;Golden blossoms at thy breast;Golden hair that ...
Here shrines are void and voiceless, all are fled;Roofless the columns and the altars bare.Shades of Olympus twine with mortal ...
By the pale marge of Acheron, Me thinks we shall pass restfully, Beyond the scope of any sun. There ...
I, at Eleusis, saw the finest sight,When early morning's banners were unfurled.From high Olympus, gazing on the world,The ancient gods ...
Be to her, Persephone,All the things I might not be:Take her head upon your knee.She that was so proud and ...
I What new element before us unborn in nature? Is there a new thing under the Sun? At last inquisitive ...
Bells in the town alight with spring converse, with a concordance of new airs make clear the fresh and ancient ...
For more than 40 years we've been good friends, since 1963 in fact, from college where we met (and managed ...
I. He was a Grecian lad, who coming home With pulpy figs and wine from Sicily Stood at his galley's ...
O singer of Persephone! In the dim meadows desolate Dost thou remember Sicily? Still through the ivy flits the bee ...
It is full summer now, the heart of June; Not yet the sunburnt reapers are astir Upon the upland meadow ...
Faint as a climate-changing bird that flies All night across the darkness, and at dawn Falls on the threshold of ...
'There sinks the nebulous star we call the Sun, If that hypothesis of theirs be sound' Said Ida; 'let us ...
I A HAPPY MAN (Carphyllides) When these graven lines you see, Traveler, do not pity me; Though I be among ...
Strange that the self's continuum should outlast The Virgin, Aphrodite, and the Mourning Mother, All loves and griefs, successive deities ...
Ghosts of all my lovely sins, Who attend too well my pillow, Gay the wanton rain begins; Hide the limp ...
Aye, but she? Your other sister and my other soul Grave Silence, lovelier Than the three loveliest maidens, what of ...
Be to her, Persephone, All the things I might not be: Take her head upon your knee. She that was ...
Not every man has gentians in his house in Soft September, at slow, Sad Michaelmas. Bavarian gentians, big and dark, ...
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