April 9, 1999 (for Ethelbert) (June Jordan Poems)
In Brooklyn when the floweringforsythia escaped the concrete patternsof tight winter daysI didn't think about longdistancesor F-117s in contrastto a ...
In Brooklyn when the floweringforsythia escaped the concrete patternsof tight winter daysI didn't think about longdistancesor F-117s in contrastto a ...
Musing on the fate of Daphne,Many feelings urged my breast,For the God so keen desiring,And the Nymph so deep distrest.Never ...
IIn the pale mauve twilight, streaked with orange, Exquisitely sweet,— She leaned upon her balcony and looked across the street; ...
What does the mighty engine say, Rolling along Swift and strong,Slow or fast as his driver may,Hour by ...
Miller, whom fair Ierne bore To grace Britannia's happier shore, Whose Genius guides, whose counsel guards The labours of Bathonian ...
Fortune well-Pictur'd on a rolling Globe, With waving Locks, and thin transparent Robe, A Man beholding, to his Neighbor cry'd, ...
(REFUGIO MINE, NORTHERN MEXICO) Drunk and senseless in his place, Prone and sprawling on his face,More like brute ...
I Chins that might serve the new Jerusalem; Streets footsore; minute whisking milliners, Dubbed graceful, but at whom one's eye ...
Once, on the far blue hills, Alone with the pine and the cloud, in those high still places; Alone ...
Indeed indeed it is growing very sultryThe indian feather pots are scrambling out of the roomThe slow voice of the ...
The air is brisk, and the green lowland ringsWith tinkling waterfalls and bubbling springs,The clouds glance fleetly by, and, as ...
Air — "The Bog o' Gight."Oh, Cairney burn, sweet Cairney burn,Thou makest many a winding turn;How sweet thy murmurings to ...
Delirious Bulldogs; -- echoing callsMy daughter, -- green as summer grass; --The long supine Plebeian ass,The nasty crockery boring falls; ...
Nothing's certain. Crossing, on this longest day, the low-tide-uncovered isthmus, scrambling up the scree-slope of what at high tide will ...
Tweedledee said to Alice, "You like poetry-" "Ye-es, pretty well-some poetry," Alice said doubtfully. "What shall I repeat to her," ...
If we sang in the wood (and Death is a German expert) while snows flies, chill, after so frequent knew ...
I am poor brother Lippo, by your leave! You need not clap your torches to my face. Zooks, what's to ...
NOTE.-Rahel Robert and Varnhagen von Ense were married, after many protestations on her part, in 1814. The marriage-so far as ...
'Twas Mulga Bill, from Eaglehawk, that caught the cycling craze; He turned away the good old horse that served him ...
A Story of Christmas Eve. Strange that the termagant winds should scold The Christmas Eve so bitterly! But Wife, and ...
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