Out in the bramble (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Down the dusty, dirt road out in the bramble the fragrant moments of summer the fruit in its season Climbing ...
Down the dusty, dirt road out in the bramble the fragrant moments of summer the fruit in its season Climbing ...
Under the leaves, the stems the broad, dark-summer maples little pearls, half-droplets like upside-down bell curves heavy droplets stirring shaking, ...
Reds and oranges, yellows and greens the fall colors of the sugar maple adorning the front lawn of the church ...
A clump of daffodils cups of bright canary atop their swaying stems rising from the gray-brown mulch green and yellow, ...
The canoe paddle, cuts through the surface, the skin of the lake, breaking the water's surface stirring the water as ...
Rich loam between my fingers, grip of stems, roots, balls of grass pull up through the rain drenched soil smell ...
In the late afternoon, early evening moments before the dusk mist falling in the still courtyard of the busy church ...
A rhododendron bush after the ice storm evolving marvels leaves of ice mirror echoes of the green below separating, new ...
Like a bloom of tongues, tasting the fall air, a shepherd's hook of a milkweed plant heavy pod drawn to ...
Because I was content with these poor fields, Low open meads, slender and sluggish streams, And found a home in ...
Glassmakers, at century's end, compounded metallic lusters in reference to natural sheens (dragonfly and beetle wings, marbled light on kerosene) ...
My Faith is larger than the Hills -- So when the Hills decay -- My Faith must take the Purple ...
After the cloud embankments, the lamentation of wind and the starry descent into time, we came to the flashing waters ...
So old is the wood, so old, Old as Fear. Wrinkled roots; great stems; hushed leaves; No sound near. Shadows ...
'The mist is resting on the hill; The smoke is hanging in the air; The very clouds are standing still: ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
Amid the gray trunks of ancient trees we found the gay woodland lilies nodding on their stems, frail and fair, ...
The boat ploughed on. Now Alcatraz was past And all the grey waves flamed to red again At the dead ...
I. All I believed is true! I am able yet All I want, to get By a method as strange ...
You see that porcelain ranged there in the window- Platters and soup-plates done with pale pink rosebuds, And tiny violets, ...
Here the white-ray'd anemone is born, Wood-sorrel, and the varnish'd buttercup; And primrose in its purfled green swathed up, Pallid ...
Awake! Awake! for the earliest gleam Of golden sunlight shines On the rippling waves, that brightly flow Beneath the flowering ...
Lo giorno se n'andava, e l'aere bruno toglieva li animai che sono in terra da le fatiche loro; e io ...
'Not by the justice that my father spurn'd, Not for the thousands whom my father slew, Altars unfed and temples ...
1 Faster, faster, 2 O Circe, Goddess, 3 Let the wild, thronging train 4 The bright procession 5 Of eddying ...
The Youth Faster, faster, O Circe, Goddess, Let the wild, thronging train The bright procession Of eddying forms, Sweep through ...
THE SUN had clos'd the winter day, The curless quat their roarin play, And hunger'd maukin taen her way, To ...
FLOW gently, sweet Afton! amang thy green braes, Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise; My Mary's ...
UPON that night, when fairies light On Cassilis Downans 2 dance, Or owre the lays, in splendid blaze, On sprightly ...
The vision of Christ that thou dost see Is my vision's greatest enemy. Thine has a great hook nose like ...
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