White Symphony (John Gould Fletcher Poems)
IFORLORN and white,Whorls of purity about a golden chalice,Immense the peoniesFlare and shatter their petals over my face.They slowly turn ...
IFORLORN and white,Whorls of purity about a golden chalice,Immense the peoniesFlare and shatter their petals over my face.They slowly turn ...
Sweet garden, wreathed in fruits and flowers,And domed by blue Tyrolean skies,Within thy rose-encircled bowers,Secluded from all curious eyes,I find ...
Beside my garden's ivied wall,Enwreathed in vines of gold and green,I stand, as evening shadows fall,And marvel at the matchless ...
The breath of summer stirs the trees,A thousand roses round me bloom,Whose saffron petals give the breezeA wealth of exquisite ...
IN Siberia's wastes The ice-wind's breathWoundeth like the toothed steel;Lost Siberia doth reveal Only blight and death.Blight and death alone. No Summer shines.Night ...
Urge me no more! The mid-day toil is ended,And shadows lengthen from the radiant west;The glowing sun, with sumptuous clouds ...
CHILD of an ancient Himalayan line,Whose cousins thy ancestral home adornNigh where the snow-peaks greet the coming mornWith pink as ...
IWhere West Point crouches, and with lifted shield Turns the whole river eastward through the pass;Whose jutting crags, half silver, ...
Dear Morris--here is your letter--Can my answer reach you now?Fate has left me your debtor,You will remember how;For I went ...
It was the morning season of the year; It was the morning era of the land;The watercourses rang full loud ...
IRed SlippersRed slippers in a shop-window, and outside in the street, flaws of grey,windy sleet!Behind the polished glass, the slippers ...
Over the camp-firesDrank I with heroes,Under the Donau bank,Warm in the snow trench:Sagamen heard I there,Men of the Longbeards,Cunning and ...
Thy heart is in the upper world, where fleet the chamois bounds;Thy heart is where the mountain-fir shakes to the ...
STUDY IN WHITES Wax-white- Floor, ceiling, walls. Ivory shadows Over the pavement Polished to cream surfaces By constant sweeping. The ...
Study in Whites Wax-white -- Floor, ceiling, walls. Ivory shadows Over the pavement Polished to cream surfaces By constant sweeping. ...
I saw the hawk ride updraft in the sunset over Wyoming. It rose from coniferous darkness, past gray jags Of ...
I know a village in a far-off land Where from a sunny, mountain-girdled plain With tinted walls a space on ...
I will not wash my face; I will not brush my hair; I "pig" around the place-- There's nobody to ...
'Ye have robb'd,' said he, 'ye have slaughter'd and made an end, Take your ill-got plunder, and bury the dead: ...
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