To The Doctrinaires (Burnett A. Ward Poems)
Doubtless yours are the Masters, giants of mind and of soul,Not fanciful faked pilasters, but columns, supporting the whole;We who ...
Doubtless yours are the Masters, giants of mind and of soul,Not fanciful faked pilasters, but columns, supporting the whole;We who ...
Have at you, you Devils! My back's to this tree, For you're nothing so nice That the hind-side of me ...
A drifting, April, twilight sky, A wind which blew the puddles dry, And slapped the river into waves That ran ...
Eyes aloft, over dangerous places, The children follow the butterflies, And, in the sweat of their upturned faces, Slash with ...
You young friskies who today Jump and fight in Father's hay With bows and arrows and wooden spears, Playing at ...
The children, the aged, the infirm among us destined to oblivion marginalized in the budget services removed aides eliminated advocated ...
A slash of Blue -- A sweep of Gray -- Some scarlet patches on the way, Compose an Evening Sky ...
They say you can jinx a poem if you talk about it before it is done. If you let it ...
I. Oh, what a dawn of day! How the March sun feels like May! All is blue again After last ...
There was Dai Puw. He was no good. They put him in the fields to dock swedes, And took the ...
Because there was no other place to flee to, I came back to the scene of the disordered senses, came ...
I I, in my intricate image, stride on two levels, Forged in man's minerals, the brassy orator Laying my ghost ...
The portrait there above my bed They tell me is a work of art; My Wife,--since twenty years she's dead: ...
He gives me such a bold and curious look, That young American across the way, As if he'd like to ...
Water, moonlight, danger, dream. Bronze urn, angled on a tree root: one Slash of light, then gone. A red moon ...
(From the early Anglo-Saxon text) May I for my own self song's truth reckon, Journey's jargon, how I in harsh ...
To Jena Woodhouse This way of minutes miserably mixed With their own blinks misunderstood By birds and trees, this eye-born ...
He hangs on dangling handholds As the train sways and careens Endless nondescript buildings unfold Their secrets as the tired ...
Senator, statesman, speaker of the House, exceptional dancer, slim, graceful, ugly. Proclaimed, before most, slavery an evil, broker of elections ...
What I love about this little leaning mark is how it divides without divisiveness. The left or bottom side prying ...
Remember how unimportant they seemed, growing loosely in the open fields we crossed on the way to school. We would ...
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