In Arcady (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
I remember, when a child,How within the April wildOnce I walked with MysteryIn the groves of Arcady….Through the boughs, before, ...
I remember, when a child,How within the April wildOnce I walked with MysteryIn the groves of Arcady….Through the boughs, before, ...
As I sat smoking, alone, yesterday, And lazily leaning back in my chair, Enjoying myself in a general way-- Allowing my thoughts a ...
Three miles of trees it is: and ICame through the woods that waited, dumb,For the cool summer dusk to come;And ...
Devine came back the other day. We'd planned a great home-comin'. No long trombone we had to play, ...
I think I hear the sound of horses' feetBeating upon the graveled avenue.Go to the window that looks on the ...
It was not death, for I stood up,And all the dead lie down.It was not night, for all the bellsPut ...
A thousand doors agowhen I was a lonely kidin a big house with fourgarages and it was summeras long as ...
Evenings they sat, each in an accustomed chair,He read, she mended ...The while a clock ticked off the hours to ...
Goaded and harassed in the factory That tears our life up into bits of days Ticked off upon a clock ...
Crossing the frontier they were stopped in time, Told, quite politely, they would have to wait: Passports in order, nothing ...
(to where the ashes of both my parents are strewn) i) ok the pair of you lie still what's disturbing ...
The Rose did caper on her cheek -- Her Bodice rose and fell -- Her pretty speech -- like drunken ...
It was not Death, for I stood up, And all the Dead, lie down -- It was not Night, for ...
(France -- Ancient Regime.) I. Go away! Go away; I will not confess to you! His black biretta clings like ...
When the molten earth seethed in its whirling cauldron nobody watched the pot from a tall wooden stool set out ...
For Brenda Williams La lune diminue; divin septembre. Divine September the moon wanes. Pierre Jean Jouve Themes for poems and ...
One Christmas was so much like another, in those years around the sea-town corner now and out of all sound ...
The force that through the green fuse drives the flower Drives my green age; that blasts the roots of trees ...
A thousand doors ago when I was a lonely kid in a big house with four garages and it was ...
I WAS a boy when I heard three red words a thousand Frenchmen died in the streets for: Liberty, Equality, ...
Early March. The cold beach deserted. My kids home in a bare house, bundled up and listening to rock music ...
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