Evensong (Conrad Potter Aiken Poems)
IIn the pale mauve twilight, streaked with orange, Exquisitely sweet,— She leaned upon her balcony and looked across the street; ...
IIn the pale mauve twilight, streaked with orange, Exquisitely sweet,— She leaned upon her balcony and looked across the street; ...
Not yet the thirtieth year, the thirtiethStation where time reverses his light heelsTo rim both ways, and makes of forward ...
The Glugs abide in a far, far landThat is partly pebbles and stones and sand, But mainly earth of a ...
(SEQUOIA GIGANTEA)Brown foundling of the Western wood, Babe of primeval wildernesses!Long on my table thou hast stood Encounters strange and ...
She entered to the courtroom, and took the prisoners' stand;Her filmy gown was yellow as the primrose in her hand;Her ...
IF only I were Santa Claus I 'd travel east and west To every hovel where there lies a little ...
Only teaching on Tuesdays, book-worming in pajamas fresh from the washer each morning, I hog a whole house on Boston's ...
What is unwisdom but the lusting after Longevity: to be old and full of days! For the vast and unremitting ...
CHANGE and chancefulness in my flowering youthtime, Set me sun by sun near to one unchosen; Wrought us fellowly, and ...
Yellow dust, a patina of pollen covering the cars below the ancient oak planted long before the city grew, the ...
It's snowing now as I write this note. Little temporal curtains of snow like pages of paper which materialize and ...
Down the sidewalk on the way to pick up the littlest after school three in the afternoon in early October ...
An urgent call a race down the dark stairs a flicker of color as I ran outside an arc, His ...
There is something rare something grand something right about the graves of New Orleans not hidden flat stones carved names ...
Because I was content with these poor fields, Low open meads, slender and sluggish streams, And found a home in ...
Some we see no more, Tenements of Wonder Occupy to us though perhaps to them Simpler are the Days than ...
What tenements of clover Are fitting for the bee, What edifices azure For butterflies and me -- What residences nimble ...
They say you can jinx a poem if you talk about it before it is done. If you let it ...
The bells of waiting Advent ring, The Tortoise stove is lit again And lamp-oil light across the night Has caught ...
Grimy men with picks and shovels Who in darkness sweat unseen, Climb from out your lousy hovels, Build a palace ...
The tired cars go grumbling by, The moaning, groaning cars, And the old milk carts go rumbling by Under the ...
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