Brunette (Victor James Daley Poems)
When trees in SpringAre blossomingMy lady wakesFrom dreams whose lightMade dark days bright,For their sweet sakes.Yet in her eyesA shadow ...
When trees in SpringAre blossomingMy lady wakesFrom dreams whose lightMade dark days bright,For their sweet sakes.Yet in her eyesA shadow ...
Above the dark good sea the boundless air rushed here and there, it flew like a blue falcon, silently swallowing ...
Oh, I dance upon the lawn in the cold, white dawn, And I gloat upon the corpses of a countless ...
I knew a careful lady onceWho read a book by Dr. Bunce,A wise authority on wogsThat roam about in dust ...
The orchardist, with hope aglow,Sets out a crop of fruit to grow And sell it wisely where he can, Like ...
There's a looper caterpillar in my lupins, There are weevils weaving strands about my stocks,There are throngs of thieving thripsOn ...
My native city rose from sea,Its littered frontiers wet and dark.Time came too soon to disembarkAnd rain like buckshot sprayed ...
I hang limp on the Creator's penLike a large drop of lilac gloss-paint.Underneath are dykes' secrets; the airFrom the railways ...
1 I chopped down the house that you had been saving to live in next summer. I am sorry, but ...
I visited the place where we last met. Nothing was changed, the gardens were well-tended, The fountains sprayed their usual ...
'My father still reads the dictionary every day. He says your life depends on your power to master words.' Arthur ...
song of sea-leaves in an orchestra of foam branches of violins sprayed across the mind what is magnetic in a ...
Even when words failed me when words would not come when my cries my moans, in pain the ache of ...
Newpaper smeared on my face over and over, to get the right five o'clock shadow a ripped gray sweatshirt hair ...
When three, he fished these lakes, Curled sleeping on a lip of rock, Crib blankets tucked from ants and fishbone ...
SANDBOX MINUS JOHN DILLINGER EQUALS WHAT? Often I return to the cover of Trout Fishing in America. I took the ...
Sometimes I stroll through forests just sprayed for the gypsy moths. I throw a rock into the bushes to distract ...
AGAINST THE GRAIN "Oxford be silent, I this truth must write Leeds hath for rarities undone thee quite." - William ...
We knew that land once, You and I, and once we wandered there in the long days now long gone ...
I was with Special Force, blue-X-ing raids to OK surfing on the Colonel's birthday. Operation Ariel: we sprayed Jimi Hendrix ...
Early March. The cold beach deserted. My kids home in a bare house, bundled up and listening to rock music ...
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