Robinson (Weldon Kees Poem)
The dog stops barking after Robinson has gone. His act is over. The world is a gray world, Not without ...
The dog stops barking after Robinson has gone. His act is over. The world is a gray world, Not without ...
(From the French of Emile Verhaeren) He who walks through the meadows of Champagne At noon in Fall, when leaves ...
ENDYMION. A Poetic Romance. "THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN AN ANTIQUE SONG." INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON. Book ...
Shadow puppets on the wall. Dark carbon copies of what a furnished room bares. Into a black covered mirror, my ...
(1) a great man there was a great man so great he couldn't be criticised in the light who died ...
Sweet Auburn! loveliest village of the plain, Where health and plenty cheered the labouring swain, Where smiling spring its earliest ...
Water reflects sky Summer of my soul open Under the spell still (Raymond A. Foss)
The people along the sand All turn and look one way. They turn their back on the land. They look ...
Himself it was who wrote His rank, and quartered his own coat. There is no king nor sovereign state That ...
This is not the way I am. Really, I am much taller in person, the hairline I conceal reaches back ...
Clean your glory glasses, scrub the lenses clean and see the puissant morons stare; garbed in common guises far from ...
Somebody please explain, can you help me understand; I've watched the weather radar creep its colours on the screen and ...
Every time I laugh aloud, who springs to mind but Johnnie Howard? Cathartic laughter eases stress which Johnnie causes in ...
Begin, my muse, the imitative lay, Aonian doxies sound the thrumming string; Attempt no number of the plaintive Gay, Let ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
You made us hopeful, LORD; where is your Hope when every lovely Rainbow bright and chill reflects your Will? You ...
This is a day of happiness, sweet peace, And heavenly sunshine; upon which conven'd In full assembly fair, once more ...
1 Sometime now past in the Autumnal Tide, 2 When Ph{oe}bus wanted but one hour to bed, 3 The trees ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
LEAVE me a little while alone, Here at his grave that still is strown With crumbling flower and wreath; The ...
O how all things are far removed and long have passed away. I do believe the star, whose light my ...
Est brevitate opus, ut currat sententia, neu se Impediat verbis lassas onerantibus aures: Et sermone opus est modo tristi, saepe ...
The photographic chamber of the eye records bare painted walls, while an electric light lays the chromium nerves of plumbing ...
The artichoke of delicate heart erect in its battle-dress, builds its minimal cupola; keeps stark in its scallop of scales. ...
My mind was a mirror: It saw what it saw, it knew what it knew. In youth my mind was ...
O you who lose the art of hope, Whose temples seem to shrine a lie, Whose sidewalks are but stones ...
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