Marching Streets (F Scott Fitzgerald Poems)
Death slays the moon and the long dark deepens,Hastens to the city, to the drear stone-heaps,Films all eyes and whispers ...
Death slays the moon and the long dark deepens,Hastens to the city, to the drear stone-heaps,Films all eyes and whispers ...
When your lips seek my lips they bring That sorrowful and outcast thing My heart home from its wandering. Then, ...
A little girl crouches with her little brotherNext to an overturned barrel of water.In rags, a beast of a person ...
Be patient with you? When the stooping sky Leans down upon the hills And tenderly, as one who soothing stills ...
Forth upon the Gitche Gumee, On the shining Big-Sea-Water, With his fishing-line of cedar, Of the twisted bark of cedar, ...
At intermission I find her backstage still practicing the piece coming up next. She calls it the "solo in high ...
We never really slept, just buried clocks in the sanctuary of night every time I moved you moved with me, ...
The ewes crowd to the mangers; Their bellies widen, sag; Their udders tighten. Soon The little voices cry In morning ...
Henry, edged, decidedly, made up stories lighting the past of Henry, of his glorious present, and his hoaries, all the ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
When I was young, I used to Watch behind the curtains As men walked up and down the street. Wino ...
Stretch towards the moonless midnight of the trees, As though that hand could reach to where they stand, And they ...
Your boy once touched me, yes. I knew you knew when your wet, reddened gaze drilled into me, groped through ...
Child, the current of your breath is six days long. You lie, a small knuckle on my white bed; lie, ...
All erasure of pain is like the contrary of dust that weighs dark in my lungs when I am feckless ...
I I doubt if ten men in all Tilbury Town Had ever shaken hands with Captain Craig, Or called him ...
Halted against the shade of a last hill, They fed, and, lying easy, were at ease And, finding comfortable chests ...
WHEN by Zeus relenting the mandate was revoked, Sentencing to exile the bright Sun-God, Mindful were the ploughmen of who ...
The room is full of you!-As I came in And closed the door behind me, all at once A something ...
Moored to the same ring: The hour, the darkness and I, Our compasses hooded like falcons. Now the memory of ...
"O Trade! O Trade! would thou wert dead! The Time needs heart -- 'tis tired of head: We're all for ...
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