Apology (Joyce Kilmer Poem)
(For Eleanor Rogers Cox) For blows on the fort of evil That never shows a breach, For terrible life-long races ...
(For Eleanor Rogers Cox) For blows on the fort of evil That never shows a breach, For terrible life-long races ...
Somewhere afield here something lies In Earth's oblivious eyeless trust That moved a poet to prophecies - A pinch of ...
When outside the icy rain Comes leaping helter-skelter, Shall I tie my restive brain Snugly under shelter? Shall I make ...
Knight-errant of the Never-ending Quest, And Minstrel of the Unfulfilled Desire; For ever tuning thy frail earthly lyre To some ...
How blind the toil that burrows like the mole, In winding graveyard pathways underground, For Browning's lineage! What if men ...
With a love a madness for Shelley Chatterton Rimbaud and the needy-yap of my youth has gone from ear to ...
What, younger, felt was possible, now knows is not - but still not chanted enough - Walked by the sea, ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
Contemplating Hell, as I once heard it, My brother Shelley found it to be a place Much like the city ...
"Ah, did you once see Shelley plain?" -- Browning. "Shelley? Oh, yes, I saw him often then," The old man ...
I Ah, did you once see Shelley plain, And did he stop and speak to you? And did you speak ...
Just for a handful of silver he left us, Just for a riband to stick in his coat- Found the ...
Through Alpine meadows soft-suffused With rain, where thick the crocus blows, Past the dark forges long disused, The mule-track from ...
The Lives and Times of John Keats, Percy Bysshe Shelley, and George Gordon Noel, Lord Byron Byron and Shelley and ...
The hands of the clock were reaching high In an old midtown hotel; I name no name, but its sordid ...
(Being the philosophy of many Soldiers.) Sit on the bed; I'm blind, and three parts shell, Be careful; can't shake ...
After a long day of work in my hot-houses Sleep was sweet, but if you sleep on your left side ...
Speaking of marvels, I am alive together with you, when I might have been alive with anyone under the sun, ...
Minstrel, what have you to do With this man that, after you, Sharing not your happy fate, Sat as England's ...
Read by the poet at The Public Ceremonial of The Naional Institute of Arts and Letters at Carnegie Hall, New ...
With our hearts like drifting suns, had we but walked, As often before, the April fields till star-light Silkened over ...
There are places where the eye can starve, But not here. Here, for example, is The Piazza Navona, & here ...
"What should such fellows as I do, Crawling between earth and heaven?" Here is the phial; here I turn the ...
I. At last; so this is you, my dear! How should I guess to find you here? So long, so ...
To range, deep-wrapt, along a heavenly height, O'erseeing all that man but undersees; To loiter down lone alleys of delight, ...
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