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 ...
Through the rocks in wildest courses Seethes the Terek grim of mood,Tempest howling its bewailing, Pearled with foam its tearful flood.At the ...
Crass rays streaming from the vestibules;Cafes glittering like jeweled teeth;High-flung signsBlinking yellow phosphorescent eyes;Girls in blackCircling monotonouslyAbout the orange lights…Nothing ...
HOW does the water come down at Lodore?Here it comes sparkling,And there it lies darkling;Here smoking and frothing,Its tumult and ...
I'd planned to be Heathcliff's Cathy,Lady Brett, Nicole or Dominique or Scarlett O'Hara.I hadn't planned to be folding up the ...
I remember thee in my youth, when our handsWere still soft and dimpled, and the contact of them;And the bright ...
The woman with jewels sits in the cafe,Spraying light like a fountain.Diamonds glitter on her bulbous fingersAnd on her arms, ...
Behold the cup. 'Tis a bitter quaff.Behold the grey monk-robe of the day.Behold men who let their eyes see naughtBut ...
Wondrous God whom I would know;How long have I wondered what musicMight be fitting to denote Thy voice.Would it sound ...
I know no script so true as a garden wallWith honeysuckle and heliotrope intertwined,And elder flowers spreadIn misty loveliness, and ...
Come to the window, you who are mine. Waken! the night is calling. Sit by me here--with ...
All day long I have been working, Now I am tired I call: "Where are you?" But there is only ...
Noon! and in the garden bowerThe hot air quivers o'er the grass,The little lake is smooth as glassAnd still so ...
'My father still reads the dictionary every day. He says your life depends on your power to master words.' Arthur ...
Open the windows, air out the house a cloud of strawberry, spreading filling, living, growing, moving from room to room ...
in the hospitals and jails it's the worst in madhouses it's the worst in penthouses it's the worst in skid ...
Under yonder beech-tree single on the green-sward, Couched with her arms behind her golden head, Knees and tresses folded to ...
After a long day of work in my hot-houses Sleep was sweet, but if you sleep on your left side ...
1 We live here because the houses are clean, the lawns run right to the street and the streets run ...
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