Bogland (Seamus Heaney Poem)
for T. P. Flanagan We have no prairies To slice a big sun at evening-- Everywhere the eye concedes to ...
for T. P. Flanagan We have no prairies To slice a big sun at evening-- Everywhere the eye concedes to ...
I LONGED to love a full-boughed beech And be as high as he: I stretched an arm within his reach, ...
I ONCE was fond of fools, And bid them come each day; Then each one brought his tools The carpenter ...
Sweet Auburn! loveliest village of the plain, Where health and plenty cheered the labouring swain, Where smiling spring its earliest ...
Children, if you dare to think Of the greatness, rareness, muchness Fewness of this precious only Endless world in which ...
The skin of the lake sliced not quite silently the fiberglass keel cutting the waves yet almost still after midnight ...
Fighting ever that tiny strip of land never knowing peace calamity close at hand Families split apart never knowing peace ...
There was power in his words revolutionary power, lived out in the rest of his life, in the lives of ...
That troubled land, torn and split knowing war, strife, too long Escape through there, to a land once of oppression, ...
Standing watch A large flag, the stars and stripes hanging heavy, sad, the sun through the thin, worn fabric Hanging ...
A cluster of 4 leaves at the end of a branch in October New England easier for the mind to ...
Eight silent canoes Pushed off onto the still waters At 2am on a July night. The full moon and stars ...
NOW spent the alter'd King, in am'rous Cares, The Hours of sacred Hymns and solemn Pray'rs: In vain the Alter ...
1 Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight: And ...
(A Christmas Circular Letter) THE CITY had withdrawn into itself And left at last the country to the country; When ...
I was a 20 year old unemployed receptionist with dyed orange dreadlocks sprouting out of my skull. I needed a ...
Set not thy foot on graves; Hear what wine and roses say; The mountain chase, the summer waves, The crowded ...
How do you win a football game? Not by skill alone or clever plays, in modern days the game has ...
Where the rough Caigra rolls the surgy wave, Urging his thunders thro' the echoing cave; Where the sharp rocks, in ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
What is Africa to me: Copper sun or scarlet sea, Jungle star or jungle track, Strong bronzed men, or regal ...
Every month or so, Sundays, we walked the line, The limit and the boundary. Past the sweet gum Superb above ...
(A Virginia Legend.) The Planting of the Hemp. Captain Hawk scourged clean the seas (Black is the gap below the ...
The jane is zoned! no nightspot here, no bar there, no sweet freeway, and no premises for business purposes, no ...
I. Said Abner, ``At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak, ``Kiss my cheek, wish me well!'' ...
All June I bound the rose in sheaves. Now, rose by rose, I strip the leaves And strew them where ...
(PIANO DI SORRENTO.) Fortu, Frotu, my beloved one, Sit here by my side, On my knees put up both little ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
UPON 1 a simmer Sunday morn When Nature's face is fair, I walked forth to view the corn, An' snuff ...
Nought loves another as itself Nor venerates another so. Nor is it possible to Thought A greater than itself to ...
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