Textures of Creation (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Smooth glass, clear, or in the prism's spectrum Cool of polished marble in Washington's monuments smooth of a baby's skin, ...
Smooth glass, clear, or in the prism's spectrum Cool of polished marble in Washington's monuments smooth of a baby's skin, ...
The jetty changed, when the tide came in turned its course and headed out once more There were pools, caught ...
Pining for peanuts praying for the nuts begging for them a gray squirrel by our porch pitch a peanut, watch ...
How do you beach? Sorry, don't want to get Too personal Just asking, to get a perspective To put us ...
He had a knife! a willing accomplice and three accessories before the fact They didn't stand a chance, their four ...
Rockets red glare bombs bursting in air oh and the eardrums them too - bursting A night of fire and ...
A Quack, to no true Skill in Physick bred, With frequent Visits cursed his Patient's Bed; Enquiring, how he did ...
The line-storm clouds fly tattered and swift. The road is forlorn all day, Where a myriad snowy quartz stones lift, ...
When I see birches bend to left and right Across the lines of straighter darker trees, I like to think ...
I'll tell you the story of Balbus, You know, him as builded a wall; I'll tell you the reason he ...
Little thinks, in the field, yon red-cloaked clown, Of thee, from the hill-top looking down; And the heifer, that lows ...
Far from me and like the stars, the sea and all the trappings of poetic myth, Far from me but ...
Break off! Dance no more! Danger is at the door. Music is in arms. To signal war's alarms. Hark, a ...
Amber husk fluted with gold, fruit on the sand marked with a rich grain, treasure spilled near the shrub-pines to ...
Come live with me, and be my love, And we will some new pleasures prove, Of golden sand, and crystal ...
Shells from the Coast mistaking -- I cherished them for All -- Happening in After Ages To entertain a Pearl ...
I saw a brilliant angelfish whose tail and fins shimmered yellow until it turned and silver spread like an undercoat ...
When I was just a little boy, Before I went to school, I had a fleet of forty sail I ...
HE crawls to the cliff and plays on a brink Where every eye but his own would shrink; No music ...
In the flowing sap In her growing fever Parting her veils Cracking out of her shells Sliding out of her ...
Behind faces and gestures We remain mute And spoken words heavy With what we ignore or keep silent Betray us ...
A forge burns in my heart. I am redder than dawn, Deeper than seaweed, More distant than gulls, More hollow ...
Often beneath the wave, wide from this ledge The dice of drowned men's bones he saw bequeath An embassy. Their ...
Within a thick and spreading hawthorn bush That overhung a molehill large and round, I heard from morn to morn ...
This is a day of happiness, sweet peace, And heavenly sunshine; upon which conven'd In full assembly fair, once more ...
Behind faces and gestures We remain mute And spoken words heavy With what we ignore or keep silent Betray us ...
The sleepy sound of a tea-time tide Slaps at the rocks the sun has dried, Too lazy, almost, to sink ...
ARRANGING long-locked drawers and shelves Of cabinets, shut up for years, What a strange task we've set ourselves ! How ...
AMONGST THE HIGHLY PLACED It is considered low to talk about food. The fact is: they have Already eaten. The ...
"Oh yes, I went over to Edmonstoun the other day and saw Johnny, mooning around as usual! He will never ...
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