The New Creatures (James Douglas Morrison Poems)
Snakeskin jacketIndian eyesBrilliant hairHe moves in disturbedNile insectAir~~~You parade thru the soft summerWe watch your eager rifle decayYour wildernessYour teeming ...
Snakeskin jacketIndian eyesBrilliant hairHe moves in disturbedNile insectAir~~~You parade thru the soft summerWe watch your eager rifle decayYour wildernessYour teeming ...
Ev'ry dusk eye in Madrid,Flash'd blue 'neath its lid;As the cry and the clamour ran round,"The king has been crown'd!And ...
I dreamed I was in fair Niphon.Amid tea-fields I journeyed on,Reclined in my jinrikishaw;Across the rolling plains I sawThe lordly ...
Not in blue vases theseNor white, cut flowers are seenBut in the August meadowsWhen the reaper falls clean -And the ...
Walk past those houses on a Sunday morningwhere pianos stumble in front rooms,mechanics freed from tools take shearsto clip their ...
The huge red-buttressed mesa over yonder Is merely a far-off temple where the sleepy sun is burning Its altar fires of pinyon ...
The huge red-buttressed mesa over yonderIs merely a far-off temple where the sleepy sun is burningIts altar fires of pinyon ...
On Cotswold edge there is a field and thatGrows thick with corn and speedwell and the matOf thistles, of the ...
These are the ledgesthey used to buildrooms that the gustywinds have filled;there was a clatterlike shuffled cards--Now who can tell ...
Cambodunum, Cambodunum, how I love the sound o' t' name! Roman sowdiers belt a fort here, ...
1 Lord of new arrivals lovers and rivals: arrive at once with cockfight and banner- dance till on this and ...
TWAS on a Sabbath morning that we wandered in the wood, Where near three thousand years ago the ancient Veii ...
MISCHIEVOUS and full of fun, Eyes that sparkle like the sun; Mouth that's always in a smile, Hands in trouble ...
A drifting, April, twilight sky, A wind which blew the puddles dry, And slapped the river into waves That ran ...
Broken shards jagged piece of our pottery strewn to the winds like the dry bones in the valley devoid of ...
The swan boats motionless the pond turning to a mud flat the flowers, tulips shimmering in yellows, oranges, and reds ...
I. Ancestral Houses Surely among a rich man's flowering lawns, Amid the rustle of his planted hills, Life overflows without ...
I. He was a Grecian lad, who coming home With pulpy figs and wine from Sicily Stood at his galley's ...
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