Night Mood (Isobel Stone Poems)
The white birches fringe the breast of the lake,Their dark leaves quiver, expectant.There is a far cry, passionate, insistent.All is ...
The white birches fringe the breast of the lake,Their dark leaves quiver, expectant.There is a far cry, passionate, insistent.All is ...
I hunt for a sign of you in all the others,In the rapid undulant river of women,Braids, shyly sinking eyes,Light ...
WAINAMOINEN'S WEDDING-SONGS.At the home of IlmarinenLong had they been watching, waiting,For the coming of the blacksmith,With his bride from Sariola.Weary ...
Green Spring receivethThe vacant earth;The white sun shineth;Spring wind provokethTo burst and burgeonEach sprout and flower.In those dark caves where ...
KULLERVO AND THE CHEAT-CAKE.Thereupon the lad, Kullervo,Laid his luncheon in his basket,Drove the herd to mountain-pastures,O'er the hills and through ...
There's a wondrous smell of spices In the kitchen, Most bewitchin'; There are fruits cut into slices That just set ...
I The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea In a beautiful pea green boat, They took some honey, and ...
Why is that wanton gossip Fame So dumb about this man's affairs? Why do we titter at his name Who ...
within the shell swim all the sea's fish our ears too are compendiums of sound the big bang exploded - ...
Oh, thank heaven, no, really, thank heaven that we are justified by grace, not as an excuse, or a get ...
He was a man with secrets hidden slices of his life long pushed down below the surface covered with pithy ...
A proper noun - Personal Poetry - Quick encapsulation, State of hesitance. Slices of me Flesh and nerve Risk of ...
Capturing minutiae slices of time carved from the flow of my life segmenting the ebb and rush of phone and ...
Not only sands and gravels Were once more on their travels, But gulping muddy gallons Great boulders off their balance ...
On young Albert Ramsbottom's birthday His parents asked what he'd like most; He said to see t' Tower of London ...
A RETURN TO THE COVER OF THIS BOOK Dear Trout Fishing in America: I met your friend Fritz in Washington ...
Who ran away from his Nurse and was eaten by a Lion There was a Boy whose name was Jim; ...
(PIANO DI SORRENTO.) Fortu, Frotu, my beloved one, Sit here by my side, On my knees put up both little ...
O crows circling over my head and cawing! I admit to being, at times, Suddenly, and without the slightest warning, ...
RUM tiddy um, tiddy um, tiddy um tum tum. My knees are loose-like, my feet want to sling their selves. ...
Est brevitate opus, ut currat sententia, neu se Impediat verbis lassas onerantibus aures: Et sermone opus est modo tristi, saepe ...
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