The Pirates (DuBose Heyward Poems)
I I stood once where these rows of deep piazzas Frown on the harbor from their columned pride, ...
I I stood once where these rows of deep piazzas Frown on the harbor from their columned pride, ...
What knight or what vassal will be so bold As to plunge in the gulf below?See! I hurl in its ...
IRed SlippersRed slippers in a shop-window, and outside in the street, flaws of grey,windy sleet!Behind the polished glass, the slippers ...
GOATS go past the back of the house like dry leaves in the dawn,And up the hill like a ...
Let penny-a-liners columns pour Of turgid efflorescence, Describe in language that would floor Our Cayleys, Rouths, and Besants, ...
Over that morn hung heaviness, until,Near sunless noon, we heard the ship's bell beatingA melancholy staccato on dead metal;Saw the ...
"Since yesterday under a stiff north windThe slanting rain with intermittent hailHad clinked against our windows. Now I peeredTo where ...
'Arry an' me is bits of sports; When the summer comes aroundWe gits our sweaters an' guns an' shorts An' ...
Some saw in him a Scottish wreck; some said that he was mad;A few proclaimed his genius, but all agreed ...
"Through thin, gray, moving clouds a summer sun Lies like dull silver on the rippled stream. Now gusts alarm, now ...
Thundering of hoofsIn the fields of France,Thunder of the cannonWhere the troops advance;Dust out of hellSpurts with every gun,But the ...
Cross-hatchings of rain against grey walls, Slant lines of black rain In front of the up and down, wet stone ...
The blue jay scuffling in the bushes follows Some hidden purpose, and the gush of birds That spurts across the ...
"Zipless sex" one cynic called this festival of fornication, this celebration of new-found sexual strength and urbane honesty, of sex ...
The winter comes; I walk alone, I want no bird to sing; To those who keep their hearts their own ...
Water ruffled and speckled by galloping wind Which puffs and spurts it into tiny pashing breaks Dashed with lemon-yellow afternoon ...
"What knight or what vassal will be so bold As to plunge in the gulf below? See! I hurl in ...
A life hauls itself uphill through hoar-mist steaming the sun's tongue licking leaf upon leaf into stricken liquid When? When? ...
The plunging limbers over the shattered track Racketed with their rusty freight, Stuck out like many crowns of thorns, And ...
Round clouds roll in the arms of the wind, The round earth rolls in a clasp of blue sky, And ...
What large, dark hands are those at the window Lifted, grasping in the yellow light Which makes its way through ...
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