Deer Print (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A single impression pressed hard, deep into the mud, a deer track surviving the rains, rains that washed, stripped away, ...
A single impression pressed hard, deep into the mud, a deer track surviving the rains, rains that washed, stripped away, ...
Have you ever heard of the Sugar-Plum Tree? 'T is a marvel of great renown! It blooms on the shore ...
Achievin' sech distinction with his moddel tabble dote Ez to make his Red Hoss Mountain restauraw a place uv note, ...
In spite of all the learn'd have said; I still my old opinion keep, The posture, that we give the ...
You have obey'd, you WINDS, that must fulfill The Great Disposer's righteous Will; Throughout the Land, unlimited you flew, Nor ...
A governor it was proclaimed this time, When all who would come seeking in New Hampshire Ancestral memories might come ...
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
If I were gusty April now, How I would blow at laughing Rose; I'd make her ribbons slip their knots, ...
Because the road to our house is a back road, meadowlands punctuated by gravel quarry and lumberyard, there are unexpected ...
THE HOUSE The cornerstone in Truth is laid, The guardian walls of Honour made, The roof of Faith is built ...
Myself can read the Telegrams A Letter chief to me The Stock's advance and Retrograde And what the Markets say ...
I cross till I am weary A Mountain -- in my mind -- More Mountains -- then a Sea -- ...
This morning, coffee in hand, standing at the kitchen window thinking of things that need to be done I contemplated ...
I never said I would, I only said I could do what you wished, the subtle difference should have raised ...
I have been spiritually poisoned by the unclean, in ignorance blessed their springs. In consequence I withered and drifted down ...
Though giant rains put out the sun, Here stand I for a sign. Though earth be filled with waters dark, ...
The wind blew out from Bergen, from the dawning to the day There was a wreck of trees, a fall ...
England, with all thy faults, I love thee still-- My country! and, while yet a nook is left Where English ...
Budger of history Brake of time You Bomb Toy of universe Grandest of all snatched sky I cannot hate you ...
Through waning afternoons we glide the watery peripheries of love. A silence, a quietude falls. Above us--the sagging pavilions of ...
ARRANGING long-locked drawers and shelves Of cabinets, shut up for years, What a strange task we've set ourselves ! How ...
a novel by Richard Brautigan THE COVER FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA The cover for Trout Fishing in America is ...
The surly cop looked out at me in sleep insect-like. Guess, who was the insect. I'd asked him in my ...
I'M like some king in whose corrupted veins Flows ag?d blood; who rules a land of rains; Who, young in ...
ON Cessnock banks a lassie dwells; Could I describe her shape and mein; Our lasses a' she far excels, An' ...
O DEATH! thou tyrant fell and bloody! The meikle devil wi' a woodie Haurl thee hame to his black smiddie, ...
Half squatter, half tenant (no rent)- a sort of inheritance; white, in your thirties now, and supposed to supply me ...
The sun goes down in a cold pale flare of light. The trees grow dark: the shadows lean to the ...
The sun goes down in a cold pale flare of light. The trees grow dark: the shadows lean to the ...
from Senlin: A Biography It is morning, Senlin says, and in the morning When the light drips through the shutters ...
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