The Flower Of Flame (Robert Nichols Poems)
IAS round the cliff I came aloneThe whole bay bared its blaze to me;Loud sang the wind, the wild sun ...
IAS round the cliff I came aloneThe whole bay bared its blaze to me;Loud sang the wind, the wild sun ...
Out for a walk, after a week in bed,I find them tearing up part of my blockAnd, chilled through, dazed ...
-- for Blanca Wiethuchterand Ramiro Molina With the smoke and with the fire, many people muffled and silent on a street, on ...
ON the first of spring, walking along the Embankment,Light-footed, light-headed, eager in mind and heart,I found my spirit keyed to ...
not onestar -a calm, windlesseveningshriveled frozen earth, freezingcurly chrysanthemum heads- only from afarmy beloved hill glistensas if all the stars ...
His gaze through the bars forever going by himHas grown so dulled it takes in nothing else.To him it seems ...
Above the dark good sea the boundless air rushed here and there, it flew like a blue falcon, silently swallowing ...
THE night was dark on gentle Avalon, No moon reflected in the lightless mere Remembered day; no beams of starlight ...
'The Animals Noah Forgot' A. B. 'Banjo' Paterson A wonderful look at some of the strange, wonderful animals in Australia ...
Silently -- shadowly -- some lives go, And the sound of their voices is all unheard;Or, if heard at all, ...
Gone is now the boast of power,Strength to strike our foes again,God of battles in this hourGive us strength to ...
Poet, — you are not understood by people.Your eyes do not shine lightheartedly.Your eyes are raised to the heavens:Turquoise Eternity ...
Glum is the sky, by night imprisoned,As over it the dark clouds creep,Not menacing or wistful is it,But plunged in ...
The hounds of despair, the hounds of the autumnal wind,Gnaw with their howling the black echoes of evenings.The darkness, immensely, ...
1 On my way home from school up tribal Providence Hill past the Academy ballpark where I could never hope ...
HLF, August 8, 1918-August 22, 1997 "Bequeath us to no earthly shore until Is answered in the vortex of our ...
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
The saintly hermit, midway through his prayers stopped suddenly, and raised his eyes to witness the unbelievable: for there before ...
The room was suddenly rich and the great bay-window was Spawning snow and pink rose against it Soundlessly collateral and ...
Since I don't know who will be reading this or even if it will be read, I must invent someone ...
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