The Return of Persephone (Alec Derwent Hope Poem)
Gliding through the still air, he made no sound; Wing-shod and deft, dropped almost at her feet, And searched the ...
Gliding through the still air, he made no sound; Wing-shod and deft, dropped almost at her feet, And searched the ...
What did I study in your School of Night? When your mouth's first unfathomable yes Opened your body to be ...
In the mid August, in the second year of my First Polar Expedition, the snow and ice of winter almost ...
The Fire at Tranter Sweatley's THEY had long met o' Zundays--her true love and she-- And at junketings, maypoles, and ...
They had long met o' Zundays--her true love and she-- And at junketings, maypoles, and flings; But she bode wi' ...
I hardly remember your voice, but the pain of you floats in some remote current of my blood. I carry ...
I hardly remember your voice, but the pain of you floats in some remote current of my blood. I carry ...
When things go bad, And you don't know why; You just keep on falling, No matter how hard you try. ...
The Girl There once was a girl, All tiny and shy; Happy in all, She never had to cry. ***** ...
Crushed Breached Bent Rent Your car Smell of fluids Spilt, spent Cold breath Hung in the air As I searched ...
I still can remember it was like night and day an instant of madness changed the lives of thousands the ...
Whenas ye plaisaunt Aperille shoures have washed and purged awaye Ye poysons and ye rheums of earth to make a ...
When it was autumn in Eden and chestnuts held golden leaves against dimming light , Eve touched her toes on ...
Thousand minstrels woke within me, "Our music's in the hills; "- Gayest pictures rose to win me, Leopard-colored rills. Up!-If ...
Yes, I will spend the livelong day With Nature in this month of May; And sit beneath the trees, and ...
All night long, by a distant bell, The passing hours were notched On the dark, while her breathing rose and ...
I Ah, who will tell me, in these leaden days, Why the sweet Spring delays, And where she hides, -- ...
Shall I take thee, the Poet said To the propounded word? Be stationed with the Candidates Till I have finer ...
If the debate rages in the pages of the news today then I'm confused, I've searched and found no evidence. ...
We wear scars from our youth, trifling things reflecting those earnings from growing days, of battles raised and wounds worn ...
Why can't I keep out of harm's way? Am I so preoccupied, simultaneously looking ahead, concurrently looking behind; concerned to ...
It happened by Bretton Wood (although that wasn't it's real name) and I recall a clear, grey dawn and the ...
He that loves a rosy cheek, Or a coral lip admires, Or from starlike eyes doth seek Fuel to maintain ...
Up this green woodland-ride let's softly rove, And list the nightingale- she dwells just here. Hush ! let the wood-gate ...
What I hope (when I hope) is that we'll see each other again,-- . . . and again reach the ...
ARRANGING long-locked drawers and shelves Of cabinets, shut up for years, What a strange task we've set ourselves ! How ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
Neruda's Hat On a day when weather stole every breeze, Pablo told her he kept bits of his poems tucked ...
You read-what is it, then that you are reading? What music moves so silently in your mind? Your bright hand ...
Long ago in a poultry yard One dull November morn, Beneath a motherly soft wing A little goose was born. ...
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