Songs Of An Empty House (Marguerite Wilkinson Poems)
VistaBefore I die I may be great,The chanting guest of kings,A queen in wonderlands of songWhere every blossom sings.I may ...
VistaBefore I die I may be great,The chanting guest of kings,A queen in wonderlands of songWhere every blossom sings.I may ...
Where to yet? This shadow stands in melike an eternal icon of my ruinthe shield rusts and bitter grows the ...
He who would start and riseBefore the crowing cocks, --No more he lifts his eyes,Whoever knocks.He who before the starsWould ...
Light's patterns freeze:Frost on our faces.Light's pollen siftsThrough the lids of our eyes ...Light sinks and rustsIn water; is brokenBy ...
Hulshorst, your name is likeforgotten iron, within the pinesand bitter conifers,rusts your station;where the north-bound trainwith an ungodly grindingcomes to ...
WAINAMOINEN AND YOUKAHAINEN.Wainamoinen, ancient minstrel,Passed his years in full contentment,On the meadows of Wainola,On the plains of Kalevala,Singing ever wondrous ...
XXIVIf one voice, not another, must speak first, out of the silence, the stillness, the preceding- speaking clearly, speaking slowly, ...
"I By the ditch in the hollow stands the tree, A cottonwood with deeply wrinkled bark About its mighty trunk, ...
This is the Song of the Sword, A proud and a ringing song,The song of the tempered blade ...
Must the young blood for ever flow?Shall the wide wounds no closing know?Is hate the only lantern of the stars,And ...
Light's patterns freeze:Frost on our faces.Light's pollen siftsThrough the lids of our eyes…Light sinks and rustsIn water; is brokenBy glass… ...
Oh, could we weep, And weeping bring relief! But life asks more than tears And falling leaf. Though year by ...
Yielding clod lulls iron off to sleepbloods clot the patches where they oozed rusts crumblefleshes slime sucking lusts around decay. ...
I If seasons all were summers, And leaves would never fall, And hopping casement-comers Were foodless not at all, And ...
When we turn away when we wander in ourselves when we turn from God like the people of old Worthless ...
Like John in the Jordan the fishermen by the sea like Paul on the Damascus Road Christ calls to you ...
It is something to have wept as we have wept, It is something to have done as we have done, ...
Light's patterns freeze: Frost on our faces. Light's pollen sifts Through the lids of our eyes ... Light sinks and ...
1. Mother, my Mary Gray, once resident of Gloucester and Essex County, a photostat of your will arrived in the ...
OCTOBER: Ægloga DecimaPIERCE & CUDDIE Cuddie, for shame hold up thy heavye head, And let us cast with what delight ...
Everyone wants success, and yet they often don't know when they have it. For most, it is the maddening chase ...
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