Do They Think Of Us? (Hanford Lennox Gordon Poems)
Do they think of us, say--in the far distant West--On the Prairies of ...
Do they think of us, say--in the far distant West--On the Prairies of ...
The fells are jagged in the shining air; the windSharpens itself like a knife on the rough edges;The sky is ...
I love it when you go out to the fieldsAnd the corn sends its lances against you.I love it when ...
TRANSIENT proves our sweetest pleasure,Short our moments of delight;While we grasp the darling treasure,O how rapid is its flight?Oft at ...
Again and again through the dayI meet a cat.In the tree's shade, in the sun, in the crowding brown leaves.After ...
In silence a knife is being sharpened.Though the sun is already sinking, it is still being sharpened.The back and the ...
ORIGIN OF THE SERPENT.Ahti, living on the island,Near the Kauko-point and harbor,Plowed his fields for rye and barley,Furrowed his extensive ...
KULLERWOINEN'S VICTORY AND DEATH.Kullerwionen, wicked wizard,In his purple-colored stockings,Now prepares himself for battle;Grinds a long time on his broadsword,Sharpens well ...
For I will consider my Cat Jeoffry.For he is the servant of the Living God duly and daily serving him.For ...
O, Voice of time! O, metal's clang!Your dreadful call distresses me,Your groan doth beckon, beckon meIt beckons, brings me closer ...
The spirit in my soul hath woken,And bids me speak to thee again; And silence, many a day unbroken,Must cease, ...
The croak of a raven hoar!A dog's howl, kennel-tied!Loud shuts the carriage-door:The two are away on their ghastly rideTo Death's ...
who sharpens every dullhere comes the only manreminding with his bellto disappear a sun and out of houses pourmaids ...
a connotation of infinitysharpens the temporal splendor of this nightwhen souls which have forgot frivolityin lowliness, noting the fatal flightof ...
My mother, who hates thunder storms, Holds up each summer day and shakes It out suspiciously, lest swarms Of grape-dark ...
Do we reach the sea with clocks In our pockets, with the noise of the sea In the sea, or ...
Hands and lit faces eddy to a line; The dazed last minutes click; the clamour dies. Beyond the great-swung arc ...
For I will consider my Cat Jeoffry. For he is the servant of the Living God duly and daily serving ...
For I will consider my Cat Jeoffry. For he is the servant of the Living God duly and daily serving ...
For God has given us a language of monosyllables to prevent our clipping. For a toad enjoys a finer prospect ...
For I will consider my Cat Jeoffry. For he is the servant of the Living God, duly and daily serving ...
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