Alsace-Lorraine (George Meredith Poems)
IThe sister Hours in circles linked,Daughters of men, of men the mates,Are gone on flow with the day that winked,With ...
IThe sister Hours in circles linked,Daughters of men, of men the mates,Are gone on flow with the day that winked,With ...
Like a flood river whirled at rocky banks,An army issues out of wilderness,With battle plucking round its ragged flanks;Obstruction in ...
To Andrew LytleParis, November 1929Their faces are bony and sharp but very red, althoughtheir ancestors nearly two hundred years have ...
'TWIXT ancient Beersheba and Dan Another such a caravan Dazed Palestine had never seen As that which bore Sabea's queen ...
Here in the midnight, where the dark mainland and islandShadows mingle in shadow deeper, profounder,Sing we the hymns of the ...
What maks ye sae canty, granny dear?Has some kin' body been for ye to speir?Ye luik as smilin an' fain ...
When once the twilight locks no longerLocked in the long worm of my fingerNor damned the sea that sped about ...
I cried all night to you, I called till day was here; Perhaps you could not come, Or were too ...
"Farewell, Romance!" the Cave-men said; "With bone well carved he went away, Flint arms the ignoble arrowhead, And jasper tips ...
We sit late, watching the dark slowly unfold: No clock counts this. When kisses are repeated and the arms hold ...
House ablaze, hissing, dying Crimson anguish My daughter upstairs, alone Helpless Firetruck - red, loud, racing, screech HELP ME! MY ...
Away, sad thoughts, and teasing Perplexities, away! Let other blood go freezing, We will be wise and gay. For here ...
Much wine had passed, with grave discourse Of who fucks who, and who does worse (Such as you usually do ...
A day on the boulevards chosen out of ten years of student poverty! One best day out of ten good ...
When once the twilight locks no longer Locked in the long worm of my finger Nor damned the sea that ...
1. I am thirty this November. You are still small, in your fourth year. We stand watching the yellow leaves ...
Here in the midnight, where the dark mainland and island Shadows mingle in shadow deeper, profounder, Sing we the hymns ...
SMOKE of the fields in spring is one, Smoke of the leaves in autumn another. Smoke of a steel-mill roof ...
I pull the bed slowly open, I open the lips of the bed, get the stack of fresh underpants out ...
Chapter I. Once on a time, a Dawn, all red and bright Leapt on the conquered ramparts of the Night, ...
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