Swains (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Life is simple. In my canoe. Strokes in the water propel me forward. I chart my course around the cove. ...
Life is simple. In my canoe. Strokes in the water propel me forward. I chart my course around the cove. ...
Campsite set Late afternoon Late June Grab a friend Get the canoe Head up the brook The tributary Portage through ...
Spreading intersected contrails Like the frost lines off the skates in Fantasia's winter scene Growing, living crystals written on water ...
A fall sky in slumber warming fan brush strokes, horsehair bristles, pushed across the fall tableau Deep burgundies and dark ...
White knuckles on the wheel holding fast to my lane between the wiper strokes and blur of reckless drivers on ...
By way of a vanished bridge we cross this river as a cloud of lifted snow would ascend a mountain. ...
SOME time ago from Rome, in smart array, A younger brother homeward bent his way, Not much improved, as frequently ...
IN Eastern climes, by means considered new; The Mount's old-man, with terrors would pursue; His large domains howe'er were not ...
I've known ere now an interfering branch Of alder catch my lifted ax behind me. But that was in the ...
There were only a few of them In all the earth Each one thought he was alone They sang, they ...
Thy trivial harp will never please Or fill my craving ear; Its chords should ring as blows the breeze, Free, ...
I Thy trivial harp will never please Or fill my craving ear; Its chords should ring as blows the breeze, ...
But let us leave Queen Mab a while, Through many a gate, o'er many a stile, That now had gotten ...
In robes of Tyrian blue the King was drest, A jewelled collar shone upon his breast, A giant ruby glittered ...
Who is it seeks my Pillow Nights -- With plain inspecting face -- "Did you" or "Did you not," to ...
Marking time in pencil strokes across a virgin page and waiting for coincidence of heart-beat and second-hand, keying to the ...
To Jesus, the crown of my hope, My soul is in haste to be gone; O bear me, ye cherubim, ...
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
The day was wet, the rain fell souse Like jars of strawberry jam, a sound was heard in the ...
Across the wet November night The church is bright with candlelight And waiting Evensong. A single bell with plaintive strokes ...
By your unnumbered charities A miracle disclose, Lord of the Images, whose love The eyelids and the rose Takes for ...
A hotel in whose ledgers departures are more prominent than arrivals. With wet Koh-i-noors the October rain strokes what's left ...
I've quenched my lamp, I struck it in that start Which every limb convulsed, I heard it fall The crash ...
How clear she shines! How quietly I lie beneath her guardian light; While heaven and earth are whispering me, " ...
1.1 Lo now! four other acts upon the stage, 1.2 Childhood, and Youth, the Manly, and Old-age. 1.3 The first: ...
(Translated from the French by Edouard Rodti) My wife with the hair of a wood fire With the thoughts of ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
In the cold, cold parlor my mother laid out Arthur beneath the chromographs: Edward, Prince of Wales, with Princess Alexandra, ...
What shall we talk of? Li Po? Hokusai? You narrow your long dark eyes to fascinate me; You smile a ...
Round white clouds roll slowly above the housetops, Over the clear red roofs they flow and pass. A flock of ...
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