To My Good Friend W. T. H. Howe (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
Friend, for the sake of loves we hold in common, The love of books, of paintings, rhyme and fiction; And for the ...
Friend, for the sake of loves we hold in common, The love of books, of paintings, rhyme and fiction; And for the ...
How this woman came by the courage, how she gotthe courage, Henry bemused himself in a frantic hotnight of the ...
Once more among our archangelic hillsThe streets of this old, grave, and gracious townThrob with renewing vigor as when SpringRushes ...
(A Memory of August, 1883)I STOOD in the ghastly gleaming night by the swollen, sullen flowOf the dreadful river that ...
CARVED ON HER MONUMENT. Such _wast_ thou: now in earth below, Dust and a skeleton thou art. Above thy bones ...
IN the June twilight, in the soft gray twilight, The yellow sun-glow trembling through the rainy eve, As my love ...
Mrs Moffat sold tomatoes,Postal orders, ginger pop,There was hardly any village -But she ran the village shop,'Clouding over', she would ...
Your door is shut against my tightened face,And I am sharp as steel with discontent;But I possess the courage and ...
You ask me to be gay and glad While lurid clouds of danger loom, And vain and bad and gambling ...
The tractor stands frozen - an agony To think of. All night Snow packed its open entrails. Now a head-pincering ...
She gives him his eyes, she found them Among some rubble, among some beetles He gives her her skin He ...
For Carl Solomon I I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves ...
I should not dare to be so sad So many Years again -- A Load is first impossible When we ...
How this woman came by the courage, how she got the courage, Henry bemused himself in a frantic hot night ...
I What shall I do with this absurdity - O heart, O troubled heart - this caricature, Decrepit age that ...
Here at right of the entrance this bronze head, Human, superhuman, a bird's round eye, Everything else withered and mummy-dead. ...
I Swear by what the sages spoke Round the Mareotic Lake That the Witch of Atlas knew, Spoke and set ...
The unpurged images of day recede; The Emperor's drunken soldiery are abed; Night resonance recedes, night walkers' song After great ...
Halted against the shade of a last hill, They fed, and, lying easy, were at ease And, finding comfortable chests ...
Your door is shut against my tightened face, And I am sharp as steel with discontent; But I possess the ...
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