One Day And Another: A Lyrical Eclogue – Part III (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
LATE SUMMER _Heat lightning flickers in one cloud, As in a flow'r a firefly; Some rain-drops, that the rose-bush bowed, Jar through the leaves ...
LATE SUMMER _Heat lightning flickers in one cloud, As in a flow'r a firefly; Some rain-drops, that the rose-bush bowed, Jar through the leaves ...
FROM the heart of Waumbek Methna, from thelake that never fails,Falls the Saco in the green lap of Conway'sintervales;There, in ...
"Phoebe! Phoebe! Where is the chit? When I want her most she's out of the way.Child, you're running a long account Up, ...
In the dark night I heard a stirring,Near me something was purring.A voice, deep-throated, spoke:I litter armies for all easts ...
Two-Shoes, Two-Shoes, Little Goody Two-Shoes! Do you know about her? Well, I'm ready now to tell ...
WAINAMOINEN'S HARP-SONGS.Wainamoinen, ancient minstrel,The eternal wisdom-singer,Laves his hands to snowy whiteness,Sits upon the rock of joyance,On the stone of song ...
A miller had three sons, And, on his dying day, He willed that all he owned should be ...
(Written after hearing a line of Keats repeated by a passing strangerunder the palms of Southern California.)Under the palms of ...
I'll tell you, shall I, something I remember?Something that still means a great deal to me.It was long ago. A ...
I will tell you, Alighieri,why yesterday you couldn't write.Long ago, in Bologna, at MamaLuisa's brothel you mockedyour professor, his theologicalshortcomings. ...
So here's your Empire. No more wine, then? Good. We'll clear the Aides and khitmatgars away. (You'll know that fat ...
'Twas on a lofty vase's side, Where China's gayest art had dyed The azure flowers that blow, Demurest of the ...
Miranda purred a greeting, "Good morning sexy lady" to my beautiful Ruth that morning after sunrise Forward in her youth, ...
You ought to know Mr. Mistoffelees! The Original Conjuring Cat-- (There can be no doubt about that). Please listen to ...
She was a Philistine spick and span, He was a bold Bohemian. She had the mode, and the last at ...
Traveling through the dark I found a deer dead on the edge of the Wilson River road. It is usually ...
On the then-below-zero day, it was on, near the patients' chair, the old heater kept by the analyst's couch, at ...
I was but a half-grown boy, You were a girl-child slight. Ah, how weary you were! You had led in ...
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