At Amalfi (Cale Young Rice Poems)
Come to the window, you who are mine. Waken! the night is calling. Sit by me here--with ...
Come to the window, you who are mine. Waken! the night is calling. Sit by me here--with ...
I We heard the breakers clash and boom; We saw them plunge and writhe and rise, And toss great ...
Still on the sand and shingle gleams the sun; Still an unclouded heaven arches o'er; And still the languid ...
The breakers dash, the breakers boom, Upon the beaches ceaselessly; Beyond the line of flying spume Stretch weltering ...
Sunrise tumbling in like a surf,A foam of petals, curling thousands, lightly crumblingAway into light.Waking to this, how could the ...
SUN, dark sunSun of black void heatSun of the torrid mid-day's horrific darkness.Behold my hair twisting and going black.Behold my ...
Whatever alien fruits and changeling facesAnd pleasances of mutable perfumeThe flambeaux of the senses shall illumeAmid the night-furled labyrinthine spaces,In ...
FROM blue Loch Carron rise white and sheer Its bare rock faces and island cones, And they glitter as frost ...
Oft, as I rest in quiet peace, am IThrust out at sudden doors, and madly drivenThrough desert solitudes, and thunder-rivenBlack ...
Tristezza, tu discendi oggi dal Sole.La tua specie mutevole ? la nubedel cielo, e son le spumedel mare gli orli ...
This separation cleaveth to the core. . . .Even in slumber I am fatedTo seek thee in vast throngs and ...
More than a hundred years ago, in a great battle fought near Delhi, an Indian Prince rode fifty miles after ...
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
Black trees against an orange sky, Trees that the wind shook terribly, Like a harsh spume along the road, Quavering ...
I I walk through the long schoolroom questioning; A kind old nun in a white hood replies; The children learn ...
I. He was a Grecian lad, who coming home With pulpy figs and wine from Sicily Stood at his galley's ...
I fled Him down the nights and down the days I fled Him down the arches of the years I ...
Beyond the Rocking Bridge it lies, the burg of evil fame, The huts where hive and swarm and thrive the ...
Through darkness curves a spume of falling flares That flood the field with shallow, blanching light. The huddled sentry stares ...
All night the dreadless Angel, unpursued, Through Heaven's wide champain held his way; till Morn, Waked by the circling Hours, ...
I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky, And all I ask is ...
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