Prevailing Winds (Lee Anderson2 Poems)
IThe bland many-eyed wallsof skyscrapers and the modestin-between brownstone housesshall not bruise the thrust of his rapier spiritrather the artist ...
IThe bland many-eyed wallsof skyscrapers and the modestin-between brownstone housesshall not bruise the thrust of his rapier spiritrather the artist ...
'Tis a queer, old battered landmark that belongs to other years;With the dog-leg fence around it, and its hat about ...
HOLD! Prompter, hold! a word before your nonsense;I'd speak a word or two, to ease my conscience.My pride forbids it ever should ...
One pious afternoon in June When pyronomics held full sway, My pilot, fancy, led me on To seek new fields, piebald and gay. The ...
The poplars in the fields of FranceAre golden ladies come to dance;But yet to see them there is noneBut I ...
"Now, scarce three paces measured from the mound,We stumbled on a stationary voice,And 'Stand, who goes?' 'Two from the palace' ...
At Cleversulzbach in the Underland A hundred and thirteen years did I stand Up on the tower in wind and ...
TO MISS GRACE KINGDown in the old French quarter, Just out of Rampart street, I wend my way ...
'Twas a New England Cocky, as of late I've been told,Who died, so 'tis said, on account of the cold.When ...
The poplars in the fields of France Are golden ladies come to dance; But yet to see them there is ...
THE poplars in the fields of France Are golden ladies come to dance ; But yet to see them there ...
I break the mirror waterwise,Shattering reflected skiesAbove our pool. I cannot bearThat any cloud be perfecterThan that which, breathing, lives ...
professor piebald (the oldest man in the home) was meek at the same time ribald he clothed his matter (so ...
TO MISS GRACE KING Down in the old French quarter, Just out of Rampart street, I wend my way At ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
A Child's Story Hamelin Town's in Brunswick, By famous Hanover city; The river Weser, deep and wide, Washes its wall ...
Processions that lack high stilts have nothing that catches the eye. What if my great-granddad had a pair that were ...
Now, scarce three paces measured from the mound, We stumbled on a stationary voice, And 'Stand, who goes?' 'Two from ...
When Ironbark the turtle came to Anthony's lagoon The hills were hid behind a mist of equinoctal rain, The ripple ...
Wargeilah town is very small, There's no cathedral nor a club, In fact the township, all in all, Is just ...
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