Twilight: After Haying (Jane Kenyon Poem)
Yes, long shadows go out from the bales; and yes, the soul must part from the body: what else could ...
Yes, long shadows go out from the bales; and yes, the soul must part from the body: what else could ...
I I have lived with shades so long, And talked to them so oft, Since forth from cot and croft ...
wherever there's a tear in the fabric around weymouth - portland appears from abbotsbury hill it's just a long thin ...
Weak but alive dying yet still alive huge eyes round like golf balls white as bones Bony framed fleshless Pus ...
Sweet Auburn! loveliest village of the plain, Where health and plenty cheered the labouring swain, Where smiling spring its earliest ...
The prophet foretelling the birth to the virgin Immanuel, God with us, from the holy seed buried in the ground ...
You could see the signs which said that possums came at night and fed upon this tree, they left their ...
Whangaehu waters, hot-spilled from the cauldron of Crater Lake, swirling mud-green from the cup between Tahurangi and Pyramid Peak, sulphurous, ...
Why can't I keep out of harm's way? Am I so preoccupied, simultaneously looking ahead, concurrently looking behind; concerned to ...
I Before I grew this spacesuit I was trim. I saw it in a doctor's report: "The subject is an ...
When first the fiery-mantled sun His heavenly race begun to run; Round the earth and ocean blue, His children four ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
We first saw fire on the tragic slopes Where the flood-tide of France's early gain, Big with wrecked promise and ...
The need to love that all the stars obey Entered my heart and banished all beside. Bare were the gardens ...
A Life Tragedy A pistol shot rings round and round the world; In pitiful defeat a warrior lies. A last ...
'Twas in the bleary middle of the hard-boiled Arctic night, I was lonesome as a loon, so if you can, ...
(The Wounded Canadian Speaks) My leg? It's off at the knee. Do I miss it? Well, some. You see I've ...
"A year to live," the Doctor said; "There is no cure," and shook his head. Ah me! I felt as ...
CLOWNS DYINGFIVE circus clowns dying this year, morning newspapers told their lives, how each one horizontal in a last gesture ...
The air heaving like a wounded fish, breathing through its purplish sandy gills, letting in the salty gale, fluttering its ...
It's akin to visiting my foster mother, today, That I am returning to you, mother city, after twenty years, I ...
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