Japonica (Dorothy Una Ratcliffe Poems)
An old dalewoman speaks:"JAPONICA! Ay, it makes a brave show,But none on 'em grow as they used to grow!It's goin' ...
An old dalewoman speaks:"JAPONICA! Ay, it makes a brave show,But none on 'em grow as they used to grow!It's goin' ...
The barbed-wire fences rust As their cedar uprights blacken After a night of rain. Some early, innocent lust Gets me ...
Winter nears. Once morethe bear's secret retreatwill vanish under mud's floor,to a child's fretful grief. Huts will wake in the ...
When I have baked white cakes And grated green almonds to spread on them; When I have picked the green ...
I pray you, all ye men who put your trustIn moulds and systems and well-tackled gear,Holding that Nature lives from ...
1 A yellow band of light upon the street Pours from an open door, and makes a wide Pathway of ...
A drifting, April, twilight sky, A wind which blew the puddles dry, And slapped the river into waves That ran ...
Down stucco sidestreets, Where light is pewter And afternoon mist Brings lights on in shops Above race-guides and rosaries, A ...
In the valley of the Pegnitz, where across broad meadow-lands Rise the blue Franconian mountains, Nuremberg, the ancient, stands. Quaint ...
Christ has been done to death in the cold reaches of northern Europe a thousand thousand times. Suddenly bread and ...
All week, in this rented house, sea spray and whispers of wind weave through the eucalypts, like a Sondheim melody. ...
'TERENCE, this is stupid stuff: You eat your victuals fast enough; There can't be much amiss, 'tis clear, To see ...
"What do you think The bravest drink Under the sky?" "Strong beer," said I. "There's a place for everything, Everything, ...
Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita mi ritrovai per una selva oscura ch? la diritta via era smarrita . ...
Blessings on thee, little man, Barefoot boy, with cheek of tan! With thy turned-up pantaloons, And thy merry whistled tunes; ...
Oh down at the tavern the children are singing around their round table and around me still. Did you hear ...
(Time, Noon.) HUMPHREY: See'st thou not William that the scorching Sun By this time half his daily race has run? ...
'Twas in the bleary middle of the hard-boiled Arctic night, I was lonesome as a loon, so if you can, ...
North Country, filled with gesturing wood, With trees that fence, like archers' volleys, The flanks of hidden valleys Where nothing's ...
A sunny day's complete Poussiniana Divide it from itself. It is this or that And it is not. By metaphor ...
Nobody in the lane, and nothing, nothing but blackberries, Blackberries on either side, though on the right mainly, A blackberry ...
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