Mid-August (Duncan Campbell Scott Poems)
From the upland hidden, Where the hill is sunny Tawny like pure honey In the August heat,Memories float unbidden Where ...
From the upland hidden, Where the hill is sunny Tawny like pure honey In the August heat,Memories float unbidden Where ...
Before me,On either side of me,I see sand.If I turn the corner of my house,I see sand,Long, brownLines and levels ...
Last nite I dreamed of T.S. Eliotwelcoming me to the land of dreamSofas couches fog in EnglandTea in his digs ...
Burning, he walks in the stream of flickering letters, clarinets, machines throbbing quicker than the heart, lopped-off heads, silk canvases, ...
Iall was in flightwild geese in the skysnow from the sky flyingrivers hastening to the seaand waves from the midseahastening ...
Dont ask me for the same love, my sweetheartI thought that life was radiant because of youWhy complain of worldly ...
shaw had the gift of the crab how he took the straight idea and scuttled with it sideways marking sand ...
Last nite I dreamed of T.S. Eliot welcoming me to the land of dream Sofas couches fog in England Tea ...
Seeping into our consciousness the images, the smells the lessons of the cherry blossoms the truths we know so well ...
Inside the rain the wet seeping in wicking the heat a chill to my skin Wishing for warmth heat in ...
The word coming alive seeping within me dwelling more firmly with each passing day Words of healing of grace unfolding ...
Sentries, a triad, stock-still, standing at attention, ramrod straight watching over the yard, guarding our back watching me, as I ...
I feel the cold closing in, seeping, oozing slowly coming in through the walls, the floor, the panes of tempered ...
Looking upward, memories looking down, below my feet outward, beyond my vision a seam in the cold December sky cut, ...
A single flute, ancient, native sounding in the room, down by my feet, echoing muted, through the space oozing into ...
The brain - the brush here celebrate that long red stain seeping the universe . Was not the chink of ...
IN HOLLAND The laggard winter ebbed so slow With freezing rain and melting snow, It seemed as if the earth ...
To the tune "Red Lips" Tired of swinging indolent I rise with a slender hand put right my hair the ...
You're sad because you're sad. It's psychic. It's the age. It's chemical. Go see a shrink or take a pill, ...
This urge, wrestle, resurrection of dry sticks, Cut stems struggling to put down feet, What saint strained so much, Rose ...
Burning, he walks in the stream of flickering letters, clarinets, machines throbbing quicker than the heart, lopped-off heads, silk canvases, ...
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