Duval’s Birds (Conrad Potter Aiken Poems)
The parrot, screeching, flew out into the darkness,Circled three times above the upturned facesWith a great whir of brilliant outspread ...
The parrot, screeching, flew out into the darkness,Circled three times above the upturned facesWith a great whir of brilliant outspread ...
The same and not quite the same, I walked through oak forestsAmazed that my Muse, Mnemosyne,Has in no way diminished ...
First Movement Thin-voiced, nasal pipes Drawing sound out and out Until it is a screeching thread, Sharp and cutting, sharp ...
(For Warren Winslow, Dead At Sea) Let man have dominion over the fishes of the sea and the fowls of ...
The mad girl with the staring eyes and long white fingers Hooked in the stones of the wall, The storm-wrack ...
Oh, there are times When all this fret and tumult that we hear Do seem more stale than to the ...
The flyer at the store a new zoo in town I loaded up my monster truck Almost ran over the ...
Some days, some of them are like stopping a train wreck, already in progress, the sequence of events long since ...
Serene, almost angelic, the lights of the city attend upon lumbering behemoths shrilly screeching displeasure; they say that nothing is ...
The parrot, screeching, flew out into the darkness, Circled three times above the upturned faces With a great whir of ...
IN wood and wild, ye warbling throng, Your heavy loss deplore; Now, half extinct your powers of song, Sweet Echo ...
1 Adios, Carenage In idle August, while the sea soft, and leaves of brown islands stick to the rim of ...
The last leaves fell like notes from a piano and left their ovals echoing in the ear; with gawky music ...
FOR the fairest maid in Hampton They needed not to search, Who saw young Anna favor Come walking into church,-- ...
Between me and the sunset, like a dome Against the glory of a world on fire, Now burned a sudden ...
Storm-clouds hurtle, storm-clouds hover; Flying snow is set alight By the moon whose form they cover; Blurred the heavens, blurred ...
I was out early to-day, spying about From the top of a haystack -- such a lovely morning -- And ...
Like the vain curlings of the watery maze, Which in smooth streams a sinking weight does raise, So Man, declining ...
Like the vain Curlings of the Watry maze, Which in smooth streams a sinking Weight does raise; So Man, declining ...
The same and not quite the same, I walked through oak forests Amazed that my Muse, Mnemosyne, Has in no ...
It was three slim does and a ten-tined buck in the bracken lay; And all of a sudden the sinister ...
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