Piano (David Herbert Lawrence Poem)
Softly, in the dusk, a woman is singing to me; Taking me back down the vista of years, till I ...
Softly, in the dusk, a woman is singing to me; Taking me back down the vista of years, till I ...
Angelic minds, they say, by simple intelligence Behold the Forms of nature. They discern Unerringly the Archtypes, all the verities ...
Against too many writers of science fiction Why did you lure us on like this, Light-year on light-year, through the ...
White dawn. Stillness.When the rippling began I took it for sea-wind, coming to our valley with rumors of salt, of ...
"Relinquunt Omnia Servare Rem Publicam." The old South Boston Aquarium stands in a Sahara of snow now. Its broken windows ...
The month of carnival of all the year, When Nature lets the wild earth go its way, And spend whole ...
(i) absinthe makes the hurt grow fonder the green fairy burbles what's this 'ere when vincent (sozzled) knifes his lug ...
(i) introduction his home in ruins his parents gone frederick seeks to reclaim his throne to the golden mountain he ...
I have put on my great coat it is cold. It is an outer garment. Coarse, woolen. Of unknown origin. ...
You'll wait a long, long time for anything much To happen in heaven beyond the floats of cloud And the ...
He lay within a warm, soft world Of motion. Colors bloomed and fled, Maroon and turquoise, saffron, red, Wave upon ...
BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF 'WAT TYLER' 'A Daniel come to judgment! ...
I. So, I shall see her in three days And just one night, but nights are short, Then two long ...
So all day long the noise of battle roll'd Among the mountains by the winter sea; Until King Arthur's table, ...
Lew Welch just turned up one day, live as you and me. "Damn, Lew" I said, "you didn't shoot yourself ...
Earth, Ocean, Air, belovèd brotherhood! If our great Mother has imbued my soul With aught of natural piety to feel ...
ROSALIND, HELEN, and her Child. SCENE. The Shore of the Lake of Como. HELEN Come hither, my sweet Rosalind. 'T ...
Summer fading, winter comes-- Frosty mornings, tingling thumbs, Window robins, winter rooks, And the picture story-books. Water now is turned ...
A pair of blackbirds warring in the roses, one or two poppies losing their heads, the trampled lawn a battlefield ...
MORNING and evening Maids heard the goblins cry: "Come buy our orchard fruits, Come buy, come buy: Apples and quinces, ...
There's a piping wind from a sunrise shore Blowing over a silver sea, There's a joyous voice in the lapsing ...
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