The Inn Of The Five Chimneys (Clinton Scollard Poems)
It had five chimneys, had that Inn, (As every man has senses five, The while upon earth he bides alive) ...
It had five chimneys, had that Inn, (As every man has senses five, The while upon earth he bides alive) ...
IIn flight eternally, the pendulumMakes answer to a rhythm that no man knows,As backward, forward, calling "Rise and come",Scythe-like in ...
Who were the builders of Great Zimbabwe?No man knows . . .Who were thoseThat quarried, chiseled, hewed,Laid stone on stone,Till ...
Come you living or dead to me, out of the silt of the Past,With the sweet of the piteous first, ...
if only for ten minutesafter the mass feeding of schoolchildrenafter the careful inanity of the staffat low tidethis was the ...
There isn`t a drop of waterin the great reservoir the peshwas built.There is nothing in it.Except the hundred years of ...
Once I am sure there's nothing going on I step inside, letting the door thud shut. Another church: matting, seats, ...
By our place in the midst of the furthest seas we were fated to stand alone - When the nations ...
Midas watched the golden crust That formed over his steaming sores, Hugged his agues, loved his lust, But damned to ...
Where the sober-colored cultivator smiles On his byles; Where the cholera, the cyclone, and the crow Come and go; Where ...
I was Lord of Cities very sumptuously builded. Seven roaring Cities paid me tribute from far. Ivory their outposts were--the ...
BOMBAY Royal and Dower-royal, I the Queen Fronting thy richest sea with richer hands -- A thousand mills roar through ...
When I was a King and a Mason -- a Master proven and skilled -- I cleared me ground for ...
When Stiivoren town was in its prime And queened the Zuyder Zee, Its ships went out to every clime With ...
In ash-fine silt that spread like sand after the flood and before the wild weeds claimed the old stream bed; ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
for Wendy Oliver, who knew him I am the sick animal you dream you are caring for In the long ...
I I dream of journeys repeatedly: Of flying like a bat deep into a narrowing tunnel Of driving alone, without ...
A life hauls itself uphill through hoar-mist steaming the sun's tongue licking leaf upon leaf into stricken liquid When? When? ...
I shall never get you put together entirely, Pieced, glued, and properly jointed. Mule-bray, pig-grunt and bawdy cackles Proceed from ...
As you descend, slowly, falling faster past you this snow, ghostly, some flakes bio- luminescent (you plunge, and this lit ...
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