Witness (Eavan Boland Poem)
Here is the city- its worn-down mountains, its grass and iron, its smoky coast seen from the high roads on ...
Here is the city- its worn-down mountains, its grass and iron, its smoky coast seen from the high roads on ...
These are outsiders, always. These stars- these iron inklings of an Irish January, whose light happened thousands of years before ...
-and not simply by the fact that this shading of forest cannot show the fragrance of balsam, the gloom of ...
WHITE maiden with the russet hair, Whose garments, through their holes, declare That poverty is part of you, And beauty ...
I. That was I, you heard last night, When there rose no moon at all, Nor, to pierce the strained ...
DEAR SMITH, the slee'st, pawkie thief, That e'er attempted stealth or rief! Ye surely hae some warlock-brief Owre human hearts; ...
In the cold, cold parlor my mother laid out Arthur beneath the chromographs: Edward, Prince of Wales, with Princess Alexandra, ...
From narrow provinces of fish and bread and tea, home of the long tides where the bay leaves the sea ...
carry the roads, move along. a song wears a long winter wind and i reasons to believe seasons to run, ...
As if you actually died in that dream and woke up dead. Shadows of untangling vines tumble toward the ceiling. ...
Florida An Airedale rolling through green frost, cabbage palms pointing their accusing leaves at whom, petulant waves breaking at my ...
Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita mi ritrovai per una selva oscura ch? la diritta via era smarrita . ...
Fall fell: so that's it for the leaf poetry: some flurries have whitened the edges of roads and lawns: time ...
The Master stood upon the mount, and taught. He saw a fire in his disciples' eyes; 'The old law', they ...
I'M now arrived-thanks to the gods!- Thro' pathways rough and muddy, A certain sign that makin roads Is no this ...
UPON 1 a simmer Sunday morn When Nature's face is fair, I walked forth to view the corn, An' snuff ...
I. Dead ! One of them shot by the sea in the east, And one of them shot in the ...
In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy. Drive your cart and your plow over the bones of ...
The Argument. Rintrah roars & shakes his fires in the burdend air; Hungry clouds swag on the deep Once meek, ...
In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy. Drive your cart and your plow over the bones of ...
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I ...
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