A Taste of Yellow (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Forsythia blooms plucked from the bush a sudden jolt back to when I was six walking to kindergarten petals curl ...
Forsythia blooms plucked from the bush a sudden jolt back to when I was six walking to kindergarten petals curl ...
I RECOLLECT, that lately much I blamed, The sort of lover, avaricious named; And if in opposites we reason see, ...
'Mid my gold-brown curls There twined a silver hair: I plucked it idly out And scarcely knew 'twas there. Coiled ...
The bush that has most briers and bitter fruit, Wait till the frost has turned its green leaves red, Its ...
She was thinner, with a mannered gauntness as she paused just inside the double glass doors to survey the room, ...
Those fair -- fictitious People -- The Women -- plucked away From our familiar Lifetime -- The Men of Ivory ...
If it had no pencil Would it try mine -- Worn -- now -- and dull -- sweet, Writing much ...
I tried to think a lonelier Thing Than any I had seen -- Some Polar Expiation -- An Omen in ...
In Ebon Box, when years have flown To reverently peer, Wiping away the velvet dust Summers have sprinkled there! To ...
"Sic transit gloria mundi," "How doth the busy bee," "Dum vivimus vivamus," I stay mine enemy! Oh "veni, vidi, vici!" ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
Budger of history Brake of time You Bomb Toy of universe Grandest of all snatched sky I cannot hate you ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
All in the golden afternoon Full leisurely we glide; For both our oars, with little skill, By little arms are ...
Three notes I allowed aloud to sum the August beachiness of herring gull railway pigeon otherwise birdless fishless conjoin - ...
In the licorice fields at Pontefract My love and I did meet And many a burdened licorice bush Was blooming ...
She plucked a blossom fair to see; Upon my coat I let her pin it; And thus we stood beneath ...
I will not let thee go. Ends all our month-long love in this? Can it be summed up so, Quit ...
Death! that struck when I was most confiding In my certain faith of joy to be - Strike again, Time's ...
"Oh yes, I went over to Edmonstoun the other day and saw Johnny, mooning around as usual! He will never ...
And thou art dead, as young and fair As aught of mortal birth; And form so soft and charm so ...
I. THE FLOWER'S NAME Here's the garden she walked across, Arm in my arm, such a short while since: Hark, ...
I. Beautiful Evelyn Hope is dead! Sit and watch by her side an hour. That is her book-shelf, this her ...
(PIANO DI SORRENTO.) Fortu, Frotu, my beloved one, Sit here by my side, On my knees put up both little ...
That second time they hunted me From hill to plain, from shore to sea, And Austria, hounding far and wide ...
God-Full-of-Mercy, the prayer for the dead. If God was not full of mercy, Mercy would have been in the world, ...
Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill; Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes! No longer leave thy ...
I HAVE been in the meadows all the day And gathered there the nosegay that you see Singing within myself ...
I mind me in the days departed, How often underneath the sun With childish bounds I used to run To ...
I. I stand on the mark beside the shore Of the first white pilgrim's bended knee, Where exile turned to ...
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