Mould and Vase [GREEK POTTERY OF AREZZO.] (Edith Wharton Poems)
HERE in the jealous hollow of the mould,Faint, light-eluding, as templed in the breastOf some rose-vaulted lotus, see the bestThe ...
HERE in the jealous hollow of the mould,Faint, light-eluding, as templed in the breastOf some rose-vaulted lotus, see the bestThe ...
I felt a cleaving in my mind As if my brain had split;I tried to match it, seam by seam, ...
Down through the tomb's inward arch He has shouldered out into Limbo to gather them, dazed, from dreamless slumber: the ...
Let me be to Thee as the circling bird, Or bat with tender and air-crisping wings That shapes in half-light ...
Part One As night fell and the light glittered in the great house, the servants stood at the massive door ...
Something of the sequence the fruit of silence is prayer in our silence, able to hear the musings of the ...
In the hands of his captors, in the dark of night no one beside him, alone, from their sight aware ...
Some days, some of them are like stopping a train wreck, already in progress, the sequence of events long since ...
The sun began to shine the petals unfurled precise order, sequence regimented, controlled synchronized blooming set down in the genetic ...
The coachman's at the door Checking his watch He knows the score, The sequence, the deadline Down the road Heeding ...
(The Dry Salvages-presumably les trois sauvages-is a small group of rocks, with a beacon, off the N.E. coast of Cape ...
The Dust behind I strove to join Unto the Disk before -- But Sequence ravelled out of Sound Like Balls ...
I felt a Cleaving in my Mind -- As if my Brain had split -- I tried to match it ...
I hadn't had the 'flu in ages, avoided all those awful places fraught of gritty eyes and splitting heads, patrons ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
"As certain also of your own poets have said"-- (Acts 17.28) Cleon the poet (from the sprinkled isles, Lily on ...
Crowned, girdled, garbed and shod with light and fire, Son first-born of the morning, sovereign star! Soul nearest ours of ...
FOR some abiding central source of power, Strong-smitten steady chords, ye seem to flow And, flowing, carry virtue. Far below, ...
If you don't know the kind of person I am and I don't know the kind of person you are ...
Frost apple on a knotted whirling bough of dark becoming where it cannot be. So much both for the soil ...
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