His Shop (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
There was something about it the way he had things just so, from the start a level, freshly cut boards ...
There was something about it the way he had things just so, from the start a level, freshly cut boards ...
Frost talked Of two paths In the wood Diverging Which to take One's true path, Less traveled by You and ...
lonely in a crowd different from the rest separate, apart because of change, experiences they can't understand choices and experiments ...
A routine task made different with three little girls in the house For a man who learned laundry "skills" in ...
In the beginning, we were afraid we knew our nakedness biting into the flesh of the fruit of the forbidden ...
It snowed in spring on earth so dry and warm The flakes could find no landing place to form. Hordes ...
Lancaster bore him--such a little town, Such a great man. It doesn't see him often Of late years, though he ...
I let myself in at the kitchen door. "It's you," she said. "I can't get up. Forgive me Not answering ...
All out of doors looked darkly in at him Through the thin frost, almost in separate stars, That gathers on ...
The south-wind brings Life, sunshine, and desire, And on every mount and meadow Breathes aromatic fire, But over the dead ...
Equality is absolute or no. Nothing between can stand. We are the sons Of the same sire, or madness breaks ...
When Mother died I thought: now I'll have a death poem. That was unforgivable. Yet I've since forgiven myself as ...
Today the Masons are auctioning their discarded pomp: a trunk of turbans, gemmed and ostrich-plumed, and operetta costumes labeled inside ...
Of all our antic sights and pageantry Which English idiots run in crowds to see, The Polish Medal bears the ...
They put Us far apart -- As separate as Sea And Her unsown Peninsula -- We signified "These see" -- ...
No Crowd that has occurred Exhibit -- I suppose That General Attendance That Resurrection -- does -- Circumference be full ...
I shall know why -- when Time is over -- And I have ceased to wonder why -- Christ will ...
Here, where the Daisies fit my Head 'Tis easiest to lie And every Grass that plays outside Is sorry, some, ...
'Tis One by One -- the Father counts -- And then a Tract between Set Cypherless -- to teach the ...
I'm sorry for the Dead -- Today -- It's such congenial times Old Neighbors have at fences -- It's time ...
If you were coming in the Fall, I'd brush the Summer by With half a smile, and half a spurn, ...
As a child I played in the same frosty fields barefoot as my no lesser loved classmates, whom we challenged ...
Tales in the beginning didn't begin in the telling, they would have started no doubt, but not without a concrete ...
I was schooled well before he died, able at least to feel what others felt when their fathers were deceased. ...
Were meetings predestined then ours was intended, great oracles decreed it as fate, and the auguries chattered with sweet benefactors ...
Our lives were founded on this rock, this Jessie of Gibraltar Whose unfailing love endured beyond her ample nursing, And ...
Why can't I keep out of harm's way? Am I so preoccupied, simultaneously looking ahead, concurrently looking behind; concerned to ...
Were meetings destined then this was one to take a leading place, the oracle decreed it fate in a matrix ...
William, my teacher, my friend ! dear William and dear Dorothea ! Smooth out the folds of my letter, and ...
The Landing "Just the place for a Snark!" the Bellman cried, As he landed his crew with care; Supporting each ...
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