The Visitor (Clinton Scollard Poems)
WITHOUT my door at morning-tide There rang a summons hale and fair;I roused and threw the portal wide, ...
WITHOUT my door at morning-tide There rang a summons hale and fair;I roused and threw the portal wide, ...
At four o'clock in late OctoberI sat alone in the country school-houseBack from the road 'mid stricken fields,And an eddy ...
O'er dreamland gardens lulled and white In music leaned the langorous moonThe burden of the murmured night.Where amaranths and lillies ...
You almost heard the surface bake, and saw the gum-leaves turn -- You could have watched the grass scorch brown ...
As late I rambled in the happy fields, What time the skylark shakes the tremulous dew From his lush clover ...
The piper coming from far away is you With a whitewash brush for a sporran Wobbling round you, a kitchen ...
The wind comes whispering to me of the country green and cool-- Of redwing blackbirds chattering beside a reedy pool; ...
He climbed toward the blinding light and when his eyes adjusted he looked down and could see his fellow prisoners ...
After a hundred years Nobody knows the Place Agony that enacted there Motionless as Peace Weeds triumphant ranged Strangers strolled ...
I had no profound feelings of shock or surprise to those matter-of-fact revelations which spelled the end of this chapter ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
Acacia, burnt myrrh, velvet, pricky stings. â?"I'm not so young but not so very old, said screwed-up lovely 23. A ...
SNOW took us away from the smoke valleys into white mountains, we saw velvet blue cows eating a vermillion grass ...
BY day the skyscraper looms in the smoke and sun and has a soul. Prairie and valley, streets of the ...
I SAW a famous man eating soup. I say he was lifting a fat broth Into his mouth with a ...
At four o'clock in late October I sat alone in the country school-house Back from the road 'mid stricken fields, ...
Some people find out they are Jews. They can't believe it. Thy had always hated Jews. As children they had ...
Did you know that Evian spelled backwards is naive? I myself was unaware of this fact until last Tuesday night ...
Prelude Blue storm-clouds in hot heavens of mid-July Hung heavy, brooding over land and sea: Our hearts, a-tremble, throbbed in ...
The bird sits spelled upon the lithe brown wrist Of yonder turbaned fowler, who had lamed No feather limb, but ...
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