The Fog (Lola Ridge Poems)
Out of the lamp-bestarred and clouded dusk -Snaring, illuding, concealing,Magically conjuring -Turning to fairy-coachesBeetle-backed limousinesScampering under the great Arch -Making ...
Out of the lamp-bestarred and clouded dusk -Snaring, illuding, concealing,Magically conjuring -Turning to fairy-coachesBeetle-backed limousinesScampering under the great Arch -Making ...
Once on a time there was a fagot-maker, And he had seven sons. Who could be aught but ...
It was the morning season of the year; It was the morning era of the land;The watercourses rang full loud ...
Now shift the blanket pad before your saddle back you fling, And draw your cinch up tighter till the sweat ...
boss i wentand interviewed the mummyof the egyptian pharaohin the metropolitan museumas you bade me to dowhat homy regal leatherfacesays ...
High on the hills, where the tall trees grow,There lives an axeman that I know.From his little hut by a ...
For many a winter in Billiter LaneMy wife, Mrs. Brown, was ne'er heard to complain:At Christmas the family met there ...
"WHY shouldst thou cease thy plaintive song When I draw near? Has mankind done thee any wrong, ...
Tick-Tack! tick-tack! This way, that way, forward, back, Swings the pendulum to and fro, Always regular, always ...
Mud-stained and rain-sodden, a sport for flies and lice,Out of this vilest life into vile death he goes;His grave will ...
AND what a charm is in the rich hot scent Of old fir forests heated by the sun, Where drops ...
Away by the lands of the Japanee Where the paper lanterns glow And the crews of all the shipping drink ...
Scampering on the bar the rail at the top of the chain-link fence how agile seemed the runner the beam ...
WEBSTER was much possessed by death And saw the skull beneath the skin; And breastless creatures under ground Leaned backward ...
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
When midnight comes a host of dogs and men Go out and track the badger to his den, And put ...
Bhaskar Roy Barman So much obsessed with a piece of work devolved upon me and fed up with it, I ...
Anghiari is medieval, a sleeve sloping down A steep hill, suddenly sweeping out To the edge of a cliff, and ...
When the call of the hudud, Echoes through the palm fronds Carrying in their mists, Visions, memories: Caravans of high ...
Said a Sov'reign to a Note, In the pocket of my coat, Where they met in a neat purse of ...
Slowly, silently, now the moon Walks the night in her silver shoon; This way, and that, she peers, and sees ...
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