Shades of (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
How do you capture living, changing color the shades of sunset, across the dome, the panorama, the full circle catching ...
How do you capture living, changing color the shades of sunset, across the dome, the panorama, the full circle catching ...
A range of mountains Hues of plum, rose, and rust hover above the terrestrial hills cloaked in winter's gray, brown, ...
An old weathered section of snow fencing half buried in the lee of the dune gray skin gnarled by wind ...
The world is wet today luxurious, damp, drenched drops hug the leaves, anoint the still budded lilac blossoms before their ...
Drink in the cool, smooth, the sweet scent of Spring Fleeting aroma of purple of plum, or white, of dusty ...
Ed was a man that played for keeps, 'nd when he tuk the notion, You cudn't stop him any more'n ...
Daphne's Answer to Sylvia, declaring she should esteem all as Enemies, who should talk to her of LOVE. THEN, to ...
The rose is a rose, And was always a rose. But the theory now goes That the apple's a rose, ...
Joe Dunn were a bobby for football He gave all his time to that sport, He played for the West ...
Because I was content with these poor fields, Low open meads, slender and sluggish streams, And found a home in ...
Now in the oak the sap of life is welling, Tho' to the bough the rusty leafage clings; Now on ...
White founts falling in the Courts of the sun, And the Soldan of Byzantium is smiling as they run; There ...
To the tune of "Telling My Most Intimate Feelings" When night comes, I am so flushed with wine, I undo ...
To the tune of "Rinsing Silk Stream" Saddened by the dying spring, I am too weary to rearrange my hair. ...
To the tune of "Song of Peace" Year by year, in the snow, I have often gathered plum flowers, intoxicated ...
To the tune of "Rinsing Silk Stream" Thousands of light flakes of crushed gold for its blossoms, Trimmed jade for ...
Breeze soft, sun frail, spring still early. In a new lined dress my heart was refreshed, But when I rose ...
To the tune of "Bodhisattva Aliens" Soft breezes, mild sunshine, spring is still young. The sudden change of the light ...
To the tune of "Lamentation" It was far into the night when, intoxicated, I took off my ornaments; The plum ...
The sun sets in molten gold. The evening clouds form a jade disk. Where is he? Dense white mist envelops ...
Warm rain and soft breeze by turns Have just broken And driven away the chill. Moist as the pussy willows, ...
In memory of Father Flye, 1884-1985 The strange and wonderful are too much with us. The protea of the antipodes-a ...
Oh that those lips had language! Life has pass'd With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips ...
Hark! 'tis the twanging horn! O'er yonder bridge, That with its wearisome but needful length Bestrides the wintry flood, in ...
At the end of a long-walled garden in a red provincial town, A brick path led to a mulberry- scanty ...
She woke me up at dawn, her suitcase like a little brown dog at her heels. I sat up and ...
The summer morn is bright and fresh, the birds are darting by, As if they loved to breast the breeze ...
A bat flits in moonlight above the plum blossoms. (Yosa Buson)
I He wakes in darkness. All around are sounds of stones shifting, locks unlocking. As if some one had lifted ...
Next, then, the peacock, gilt With all its feathers. Look, what gorgeous dyes Flow in the eyes! And how deep, ...
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