Chains Of Fires (Elsa Gidlow Poems)
Each dawn, kneeling before my hearth,Placing stick, crossing stickOn dry eucalyptus barkNow the larger boughs, the log(With thanks to the ...
Each dawn, kneeling before my hearth,Placing stick, crossing stickOn dry eucalyptus barkNow the larger boughs, the log(With thanks to the ...
WATER, for anguish of the solstice:-nay, But dip the vessel slowly,-nay, but lean ...
592What care the Dead, for Chanticleer-What care the Dead for Day?'Tis late your Sunrise vex their face-And Purple Ribaldry-of MorningPour ...
How I remember solstice daysThrough many winters long completed!Each unrepeatable, unique,And each one countless times repeated.Of all these days, these ...
UPON the landscape of his coming lifeA youth high-gifted gazed, and found it fair:The heights of work, the floods of ...
Sometimes thou seem'st not as thyself alone,But as the meaning of all things that are;A breathless wonder, shadowing forth afarSome ...
The continent's a tamed ox, with all its mountains, Powerful and servile; here is for plowland, here is for park ...
Frozen in her icy grasp captured in the frigid stillness coated by layer on layer a blanket of white, of ...
The blue forest, chilled and blue, like the lips of the dead if the lips were gone. The year has ...
What care the Dead, for Chanticleer -- What care the Dead for Day? 'Tis late your Sunrise vex their face ...
There is a Zone whose even Years No Solstice interrupt -- Whose Sun constructs perpetual Noon Whose perfect Seasons wait ...
There came a Day at Summer's full, Entirely for me -- I thought that such were for the Saints, Where ...
While the sun stops, or seems to, to define a term for the indeterminable, the human aspect, here in the ...
Thrill with lissome lust of the light, O man ! My man ! Come careering out of the night Of ...
Thrill with lissome lust of the light, O man ! My man ! Come careering out of the night Of ...
Every month or so, Sundays, we walked the line, The limit and the boundary. Past the sweet gum Superb above ...
The crowd at the ball game is moved uniformly by a spirit of uselessness which delights them- all the exciting ...
Morn in the wake of the morning star Came furrowing all the orient into gold. We rose, and each by ...
1. The dark socket of the year the pit, the cave where the sun lies down and threatens never to ...
Drunk as drunk on turpentine From your open kisses, Your wet body wedged Between my wet body and the strake ...
I Ere-while of Musick, and Ethereal mirth, Wherwith the stage of Ayr and Earth did ring, And joyous news of ...
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