Manhattan: An Ode (Joseph Ignatius Constantine Clarke Poems)
Here at thy broad sea gate,On the ultimate ocean wave,Where millions in hope have entered in,Joyous, elateA home and a ...
Here at thy broad sea gate,On the ultimate ocean wave,Where millions in hope have entered in,Joyous, elateA home and a ...
IThe glittering leaves of the rhododendronsBalance and vibrate in the cool air;While in the sky above themWhite clouds chase each ...
I The ragged pilgrim, on the road to nowhere, Waits at the granite milestone. It grows dark. Willows lean by ...
1 A yellow band of light upon the street Pours from an open door, and makes a wide Pathway of ...
A late dandelion plant too late for flowers, growing pushing through the tiny bit of soil held in place between ...
It is 7 am And the world awakes. There's dew in the morning. Every tip of the serrated Wild strawberry ...
Dew in the morning Burst my slumber, stupor, coma Caught me from numbness, Unseeing eyes Dulled senses Forced sight, perception ...
'and we should die of that roar which lies on the other side of silence' -- George Eliot, Middlemarch Dead ...
We can look into the stove tonight as into a mirror, yes, the serrated log, the yellow-blue gaseous core the ...
About the Shark, phlegmatical one, Pale sot of the Maldive sea, The sleek little pilot-fish, azure and slim, How alert ...
At evening, sitting on this terrace, When the sun from the west, beyond Pisa, beyond the mountains of Carrara Departs, ...
How, in the first place, did they get torn-pulled down hard too many times: to hide a blow, or sex, ...
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