Love’s Empery (Charles Mair Poems)
O Love, if those clear faithful eyes of thine Were ever turned away there then should be No heav'nly looks ...
O Love, if those clear faithful eyes of thine Were ever turned away there then should be No heav'nly looks ...
My mother-- preferring the strange to the tame: Dove-note, bone marrow, deer dung, Frog's belly distended with finny young, Leaf-mould ...
Squat, unshaven, full of gas, Joseph Samuels, former clerk in four large cities, out of work, waits in the darkened ...
The little quids, the million quids, The everywhere, everything, always quids, The atoms of the Monoton- Each turned three essences ...
Dear Condor: Much thanks for that telephonic support from North Carolina when I suddenly went ape in the Iowa tulips. ...
"BRING me my broken harp," he said; "We both are wrecks,-- but as ye will,-- Though all its ringing tones ...
A Load of brushes and baskets and cradles and chairs Labours along the street in the rain: With it a ...
Watching in horror the madman on the balcony rambling on incessantly of who would be executed who would be killed ...
With the hands of a servant calloused, worn, working hands the hands of a carpenter, a fisherman leading us, healing ...
To view his stately Walks and Groves, A Man of Pow'r and Place Was hast'ning on; but as he roves, ...
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
Thou ill-form'd offspring of my feeble brain, Who after birth did'st by my side remain, Till snatcht from thence by ...
Departure At last, I'm leaving the familiar roof! I'm undeterred by rain and wind. This presentation should be quite a ...
I What shall I do with this absurdity - O heart, O troubled heart - this caricature, Decrepit age that ...
'Although I'd lie lapped up in linen A deal I'd sweat and little earn If I should live as live ...
There is grey in your hair. Young men no longer suddenly catch their breath When you are passing; But maybe ...
AMERICA always! Always our own feuillage! Always Florida's green peninsula! Always the priceless delta of Louisiana! Always the cotton-fields of ...
Courage mes gars: La guerre est proche. I plant my little plot of beans, I sit beneath my cyprus tree; ...
Ah in the thunder air how still the trees are! And the lime-tree, lovely and tall, every leaf silent hardly ...
On he goes, the little one, Bud of the universe, Pediment of life. Setting off somewhere, apparently. Whither away, brisk ...
She is large and matronly And rather dirty, A little sardonic-looking, as if domesticity had driven her to it. Though ...
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