Memories in the Stillness (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
When we let the moments of stillness bleed into us, they are there forever, to recall, even if ephemerally. It ...
When we let the moments of stillness bleed into us, they are there forever, to recall, even if ephemerally. It ...
In an ocean, 'way out yonder, (As all sapient people know) Is the land of Wonder-Wander, Whither children love to ...
Sleep, little pigeon, and fold your wings,-- Little blue pigeon with velvet eyes; Sleep to the singing of mother-bird swinging-- ...
When our babe he goeth walking in his garden, Around his tinkling feet the sunbeams play; The posies they are ...
TO charms and philters, secret spells and prayers, How many round attribute all their cares! In these howe'er I never ...
There overtook me and drew me in To his down-hill, early-morning stride, And set me five miles on my road ...
A lantern light from deeper in the barn Shone on a man and woman in the door And threw their ...
When I see birches bend to left and right Across the lines of straighter darker trees, I like to think ...
The living room is overgrown with grass. It has come up around the furniture. It stretches through the dining room, ...
Who gave thee, O Beauty! The keys of this breast, Too credulous lover Of blest and unblest? Say when in ...
Mistah Kurtz -- he dead. A penny for the Old Guy I We are the hollow men We are the ...
As I went down to Dymchurch Wall, I heard the South sing o'er the land I saw the yellow sunlight ...
A dear old couple my grandparents were, And kind to all dumb things; they saw in Heaven The lamb that ...
The Midnight wooed the Morning Star, And prayed her: "Love come nearer; Your swinging coldly there afar To me but ...
Her Losses make our Gains ashamed -- She bore Life's empty Pack As gallantly as if the East Were swinging ...
Through the Dark Sod -- as Education -- The Lily passes sure -- Feels her white foot -- no trepidation ...
My maternal grandparents were snowbirds; the scent of their plumage an evergreen air freshener dangling off the rearview mirror of ...
To the tune "Red Lips" Tired of swinging indolent I rise with a slender hand put right my hair the ...
No cloud, no relique of the sunken day Distinguishes the West, no long thin slip Of sullen light, no obscure ...
PART I 'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock And the owls have awakened the crowing cock; Tu-whit!- ...
On the desert A silence from the moon's deepest valley. Fire rays fall athwart the robes Of hooded men, squat ...
When a people reach the top of a hill, Then does God lean toward them, Shortens tongues and lengthens arms. ...
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
"Every time we get a big gale around here some people just refuse to batten down." we estimate that ice ...
They say you can jinx a poem if you talk about it before it is done. If you let it ...
Away, sad thoughts, and teasing Perplexities, away! Let other blood go freezing, We will be wise and gay. For here ...
High stretched upon the swinging yard, I gather in the sheet; But it is hard And stiff, and one cries ...
I shall go away To the brown hills, the quiet ones, The vast, the mountainous, the rolling, Sun-fired and drowsy! ...
Shh! on a twine hung from disastered trees Henry is swinging his daughter. They seem drunk. Over across them look ...
On the fair green hills of Rio There grows a fearful stain: The poor who come to Rio And can't ...
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