For My Daughter (Weldon Kees Poems)
Looking into my daughter's eyes I readBeneath the innocence of morning fleshConcealed, hintings of death she does not heed.Coldest of ...
Looking into my daughter's eyes I readBeneath the innocence of morning fleshConcealed, hintings of death she does not heed.Coldest of ...
Over the great windy waters, and over the clear-crested summits, Unto the sun and the sky, and unto the perfecter ...
Two shapes passed over the sobbing sea To land at Dunolly Bay; One passed at sunrise, one at noon Of ...
God-like Tsarevna Of the Kirgiz-Kaisatskii horde! Whose wisdom matchless Opened the true path To young Prince Khlor To go up ...
Follow the river and cross the ford, Follow again to the wobbly bridge,Turn to the left at the notice board, ...
The Rev. John Donaldson, M.A., Kirkconnel. "Ave Atque Vale."A brooding quiet rests to-day On all the well-known hills around;Spring lingers ...
Upon the city called the Friends'The light of waking springFell vivid as the shadow thrownFar from the gleaming wingOf a ...
And when, at lastEscaped,-so many a green slope built on slopeBetwixt me and the enemy's house behind,I dared to rest, ...
I saw the prettiest pictureThrough a garden fence to-day,Where the lilies look like angelsJust let out to play,And the roses ...
Sun Day is a simple child, Face new washed and shining;In the morning prim and mild - Church and ...
Oh, is there not one place on earthWhere man's goodwill has gone from birthThro' adolescence, with its rage,Into a kindly, ...
I might wish the world were better,I might sit around and sighFor a water that is wetterAnd a bluer sort ...
Lord, make me tolerant and wise;Incline my ears to hear him through;Let him not stand with downcast eyes,Fearing to trust ...
I was welcomed here-clear gold of late summer, of opening autumn, the dawn eagle sunning himself on the highest tree, ...
There's a regret So grinding, so immitigably sad, Remorse thereby feels tolerant, even glad. ... Do you not know it ...
I am like, They tell me, my dear father. Broader brows Howbeit, upon a slenderer undergrowth Of delicate ...
ARE you the new person drawn toward me? To begin with, take warning-I am surely far different from what you ...
Here in the Autumn of my days My life is mellowed in a haze. Unpleasant sights are none to clear, ...
"So surely is she mine," you say, and turn Your quick and steady mind to harder things- To bills and ...
Down from the purple mist of trees on the mountain, lurching through forests of white spruce and cedar, stumbling through ...
I. Sunrise. In my sleep I was fain of their fellowship, fain Of the live-oak, the marsh, and the main. ...
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