John Sutter (Yvor Winters Poems)
I was the patriarch of the shining land,Of the blond summer and metallic grain;Men vanished at the motion of my ...
I was the patriarch of the shining land,Of the blond summer and metallic grain;Men vanished at the motion of my ...
A HUNDRED years and more have run their courseSince settlers saw the River Hawkesbury,And came to till the lands its ...
I'm the monarch of valley, and hill, and plain,And the king of this golden land.A continent broad is my vast ...
Society has good intentions Bureaucracy is like a friend5years ago - other furies other losses -America'strying to control the uncontrollable ...
I wonder if the spell, the mystery,That like a haze about your silence clings,Moulding your void until we seem to ...
Long time beside the squatter's gate A great grey Box-Tree, early, late, Or shine or rain, in silence there Had ...
"Once more 'twas spring! The meadow-lark gave noteAbout his grassy nest, and builders hummed Old songs while sod on sod ...
It was a little grave yard on the rolling foot hill plains:That was bleached by the sun in summer, swept ...
Here is a tale of the Rockies,And of Rockies I know quite a few;There's the mint rock, the flint rock, ...
There are strange things told of spirits bold,And the trail to Sante Fe,There is many a tale of the Chisholm ...
Where are the stockmen bluff and bold,Who pitched their tents on the far frontier,Where wealth was not in bond or ...
IThe blinding July sun at ten o'clockGlares on the white walls of the little church,-The shingles silver-gray, the shutters green,Sunflowers ...
"Who are the banded? Gather from the fourBroad winds one hundred strangers varyingIn tongue, age, disposition; set them downOn the ...
I entered the wide spreading streets - methoughtOf a vast city; all was bustle there:Crowds hurried on with eager looks ...
What is the flesh and blood compounded ofBut a few moments in the life of time?This prowling of the cells, ...
When the caravans of wool-teams climbed the ranges from the West, On a spur among the mountains stood `The Bullock-drivers' ...
Who occupies this House? A Stranger I must judge Since No one know His Circumstance -- 'Tis well the name ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
Every month or so, Sundays, we walked the line, The limit and the boundary. Past the sweet gum Superb above ...
West of Dubbo the west begins The land of leisure and hope and trust, Where the black man stalks with ...
This was the way of it, don't you know -- Ryan was "wanted" for stealing sheep, And never a trooper, ...
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