Discipline (David Herbert Lawrence Poem)
It is stormy, and raindrops cling like silver bees to the pane, The thin sycamores in the playground are swinging ...
It is stormy, and raindrops cling like silver bees to the pane, The thin sycamores in the playground are swinging ...
A bullet through his heart at dawn. On the table a letter signed with a woman's name. A wind that ...
I Over the yawning chimney hangs the fog. Drip -- hiss -- drip -- hiss -- fall the raindrops on ...
Thou yellow trumpeter of laggard Spring! Thou herald of rich Summer's myriad flowers! The climbing sun with new recovered powers ...
After rain, through afterglow, the unfolding fan of railway landscape sidled onthe pivot of a larger arc into the green ...
1 You scream, waking from a nightmare. When I sleepwalk into your room, and pick you up, and hold you ...
Smells are surer than sounds or sights To make your heart-strings crack-- They start those awful voices o' nights That ...
And so I look back still thinking of her with painful heart, this clench of inner flesh. -Kakinomoto Hitomaro from ...
Under this loop of honeysuckle, A creeping, coloured caterpillar, I gnaw the fresh green hawthorn spray, I nibble it leaf ...
Her work, her creation, trembling shuddering at the onslaught the bombs bursting all around, against the glass shattering against the ...
Peeling away the curtain that blocks them from the outside world the world of crickets, of wind, of gulls, of ...
A photo, a memory, flashed on my computer screen screen saver of a loop of honeymoon pictures an exotic place ...
In the night Grey heavy clouds muffled the valleys, And the peaks looked toward God alone. "O Master that movest ...
Away, sad thoughts, and teasing Perplexities, away! Let other blood go freezing, We will be wise and gay. For here ...
I have been so great a lover: filled my days So proudly with the splendour of Love's praise, The pain, ...
She looks out in the blue morning and sees a whole wonderful world she looks out in the morning and ...
'Draw three cards, and I will tell your future . . . Draw three cards, and lay them down, Rest ...
Over the darkened city, the city of towers, The city of a thousand gates, Over the gleaming terraced roofs, the ...
He Fill your bowl with roses: the bowl, too, have of crystal. Sit at the western window. Take the sun ...
After a long muggy hanging day the raindrops started so sparse the bumblebee flew between them home (A. R. Ammons)
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
The stranger came from Narromine and made his little joke-- "They say we folks in Narromine are narrow-minded folk. But ...
Tell me no more of thy love, papeeha, Wouldst thou recall to my heart, papeeha, Dreams of delight that are ...
A girl whom I've not spoken to or shared coffee with for several years writes of an old scar. On ...
Now on the hill The fitful wind is so still That never a wimpling mist uplifts, Nor a trembling leaf ...
Make it where the winds may sweep Through the pine boughs soft and deep, And the murmur of the sea ...
Now this is the story of Olaf Who ages and ages ago Lived right on the top of a mountain, ...
ALL day they loitered by the resting ships, Telling their beauties over, taking stock; At night the verdict left my ...
At the open door of the room I stand and look at the night, Hold my hand to catch the ...
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