Fragments (Albert Pike Poems)
(OF AN UNFINISHED POEM.) Dear woman! star of sad life's clouded heaven,I dedicate myself to thee again; Fair woman! as ...
(OF AN UNFINISHED POEM.) Dear woman! star of sad life's clouded heaven,I dedicate myself to thee again; Fair woman! as ...
A weary waste of blank and barren land,A lonely, lonely sea of shifting sand,A golden furnace gleaming overhead,Scorching the blue ...
I HAVE been down in a dark valley; I have been groping through a deep gorge; Far above, the lips ...
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Vot roombles down de Bergstrass? Vot a grash ish in de air! Mit a desberate gonfusion, Und a gry of ...
Where the wild sea-mew flocks and flees, And neither winds nor skies beguile, Foam-set amid the Irish seas ...
Her eyes under their lashes were blue pools Fringed round with lilies; her bright hair unfurled Clothed her as sunshine ...
A monster like a mountain, leathern limbed,With eyes of sluggish ore and claws of stone, He heaved his thunder-throated body, ...
Why listen, even the water is sobbing for something. The west wind is dead, the waves Forget to hate the ...
The final stones gathered placed where they are needed finishing the circle the symmetry complete The trees rimmed matching the ...
It was the incongruity the foreign color, out of place sand camouflage on the Humvee merging with me, on the ...
Ephemeral denizen of the dawn Emblazoned on the waking An aerosol archaeopteryx Captured for a twinkling On the heavens Feathers ...
When primroses are out in Spring, And small, blue violets come between; When merry birds sing on boughs green, And ...
I saw a brilliant angelfish whose tail and fins shimmered yellow until it turned and silver spread like an undercoat ...
Late, late yestreen I saw the new Moon, With the old Moon in her arms ; And I fear, I ...
To give life you must take life, and as our grief falls flat and hollow upon the billion-blooded sea I ...
(To Marcel Schwob in friendship and in admiration) In a dim corner of my room for longer than my fancy ...
Her eyes under their lashes were blue pools Fringed round with lilies; her bright hair unfurled Clothed her as sunshine ...
OVER all the dream-built margin, flushed with grey and hoary light, Glint the bubble planets tossing in the dead black ...
The fruit rolled by all day. They prayed the cogs would creep; They thought about Saturday pay, And Sunday sleep. ...
A monosyllabic European called Sax Invents a horn, walla whirledy wah, a kind of twisted Brazen clarinet, but with its ...
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