Prarie Storm Rune (John Gneisenau Neihardt Poems)
ITHE wild bee sips at the heat-drugged lipsOf the passionless lily a-nod;The sunflowers stare through the hush at the glareOf ...
ITHE wild bee sips at the heat-drugged lipsOf the passionless lily a-nod;The sunflowers stare through the hush at the glareOf ...
There were saddened hearts in Mudville for a week or even more;There were muttered oaths and curses- every fan in ...
"Come, John lad, tell me what's to do, Tha luks soa glum an sad;Is it becoss tha'rt short o' brass? Or are ...
What tho' th' claads aboon luk dark, Th' sun's just waitin to peep throo;Let us buckle to awr wark, For ther's lots ...
I pass a cobbler's shop along the streetAnd pause a moment at the door-step, where,In nature's medley, piping cool and ...
When I laid aside the verses of Mimnermus,I lived a life of canned heat and raw hands,alone, not far from ...
My countryman, dear LithuanianBrought up in meadows and in leafy dales,To lead a new life is my invitation,A life loud ...
MOODS OF GINGER MICKThis book was dedicated to "THE BOYS WHO TOOK THE ...
What doesn't enter then my slumbering mind?-DerzhavinIOctober has arrived - the woods have tossedTheir final leaves from naked branches;A breath ...
WITH tallow casks all dunnaged tight, with tiers on tiers ol bales, With cargo crammed from hatch to hatch, she ...
If ever the time comes for me to dieTake a white birchwood table out there to the river,Set it up ...
Would there be elation and youth, the beloved and a chalice full;Several flowers and a few friends in a mellow ...
The world's a very happy place, Where every child should dance and sing,And always have a smiling face, And never ...
The world's too busy now to pauseTo listen to a whiner's cause;It has no time to stop and petThe sulker ...
A man doesn't whine at his losses,A man doesn't whimper and fret,Or rail at the weight of his crossesAnd ask ...
Pain, pain exalts me Into consciousness:I am awake! My jangled anguish rivesEach tense quick nerve pricked by unnum-bered knives,My only ...
XCIIThe crocus opened slowly yesterday, And in its sod the grass began to stir, The softening air was humming to ...
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
Doleful was the land, Dull on, every side, Neither soft n'or grand, Barren, bleak, and wide; Nothing look'd with love; ...
My mother groand! my father wept, Into the dangerous world I leapt: Helpless, naked, piping loud: Like a fiend hid ...
Though you know it anyhow Listen to me, darling, now, Proving what I need not prove How I know I ...
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