Growing Attachment (John Kenyon Poems)
With the freshness and placid sensations of morning, As yet all unconscious of hope or of plan, (Sweet gleams through thin hazes ...
With the freshness and placid sensations of morning, As yet all unconscious of hope or of plan, (Sweet gleams through thin hazes ...
Who were the twain that trod this trackSo many times togetherHither and back,In spells of certain and uncertain weather?Commonplace in ...
Said Tom to Pussie, "Out of nine,Eight lives I'd give to make you mine.""Alas," said Pussie with a tear,"I'd not ...
You smile, and half in jest you askA song from me. A simple task,If he who sings had all the ...
Shadows of the twilight falling On the mountain's brow,To each other birds are calling In the ...
IDragon-fly lightingOn the temple-bell,Whose soul do you hearOn the Day of the Dead?The soul of my lover?Ah me, the plightingBetween ...
What is Africa to me: Copper sun or scarlet sea, Jungle star or jungle track, Strong bronzed men, or regal ...
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