Waldeinsamkeit (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poems)
I do not count the hours I spendIn wandering by the sea;The forest is my loyal friend,Like God it useth ...
I do not count the hours I spendIn wandering by the sea;The forest is my loyal friend,Like God it useth ...
for Doug LangThey came here first in a car shaped like a heartand now they depart as brilliant jazz musicians.They ...
THE holy bell, untouched by human hands, Clanged suddenly, and tolled with solemn knell.Between the massive, blazoned temple-doors,Thrown wide, to ...
_Hark! Hark!The dogs do bark!It's the socialists come to town,None in rags and none in tags,Swaggering up and down_.Sunday morning,And ...
WHEN PHOEBUS tints the breezy lawn,AMANTOR hails the lovely dawn;That dawn, which sees him free again,Gay bounding o'er ...
In the garden yonder of yews and death,There sojournethA man who toils, and has toiled for aye.Digging the dried-up ground ...
Truly, they're stupid, these village churchesWhere fifteen ugly chicks soiling the pillarsListen, trilling out their divine responses,To a black freak ...
TECUMSEH….Once this mighty continent was ours,And the Great Spirit made it for our use.He knew no boundaries, so had we ...
Summers and summers have come, and gone with the flight of the swallow; Sunshine and thunder have been, storm, and ...
The sun rode high in a cloudless skyOf a perfect summer morn.She stood and gazed out into the street,And wondered ...
Out of the heart of the city begottenOf the labour of men and their manifold hands,Whose souls, that were sprung ...
I've a kiss from a warmer lover Than maiden earth can be:She ...
Chuff! Chuff! Chuff! With a rumble and a rattle, Waking every echo on the old bush road;Waking, too, the wonder ...
A CHILDModel of thy parent dear,Serious infant worth a fear:In thy unfaultering visage wellPicturing forth the son of Tell,When on ...
it's 1962 March 28th I'm sitting by the window on the Prague-Berlin train night is falling I never knew I ...
I have put on my great coat it is cold. It is an outer garment. Coarse, woolen. Of unknown origin. ...
A full moon shines over the morning frost; the lanes are full of late-fallen leaves; walking across the mulch is ...
Just lost, when I was saved! Just felt the world go by! Just girt me for the onset with Eternity, ...
SKIRTING the river road, (my forenoon walk, my rest,) Skyward in air a sudden muffled sound, the dalliance of the ...
(To Robert Graves) I Here I'm sitting in the gloom Of my quiet attic room. France goes rolling all around, ...
THE WARMTH of life is quenched with bitter frost; Upon the lonely road a child limps by Skirting the frozen ...
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