Out Of The East (John Freeman Poems)
When man first walked upright and soberly Reflecting as he paced to and fro,And no more swinging from wide tree to ...
When man first walked upright and soberly Reflecting as he paced to and fro,And no more swinging from wide tree to ...
IN Siberia's wastes The ice-wind's breathWoundeth like the toothed steel;Lost Siberia doth reveal Only blight and death.Blight and death alone. No Summer shines.Night ...
It has a strange wild note - that Mocking-bird,I've heard him whistle to the passer by,And scold like any parrot. ...
The black revolving depths have moved and stirredwith news. their Lord has cried. "Send these, and these."Swift feet awake. Shapes ...
Pellam the King, who held and lost with LotIn that first war, and had his realm restoredBut rendered tributary, failed ...
Here, down between the dusty trees, At this lank edge of haggard wood,Women with labour-loosened knees, With gaunt ...
Thin little leaves of wood fern, ribbed and toothed Long curved sail needles of the green pitch pine, With common ...
It will be looked for, book, when some but see Thy title, Epigrams, and named of me,Thou should'st be bold, ...
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
This valley wood is pledged To the set shape of things, And reasonably hedged: Here are no harpies fledged, No ...
Even now this landscape is assembling. The hills darken. The oxen Sleep in their blue yoke, The fields having been ...
I Because I do not hope to turn again Because I do not hope Because I do not hope to ...
Maud went to college. Sadie stayed home. Sadie scraped life With a fine toothed comb. She didn't leave a tangle ...
Pellam the King, who held and lost with Lot In that first war, and had his realm restored But rendered ...
Here, down between the dusty trees, At this lank edge of haggard wood, Women with labour-loosened knees, With gaunt backs ...
MAKE war songs out of these; Make chants that repeat and weave. Make rhythms up to the ragtime chatter of ...
Toothed eyes fly Over still waters Around us purple lips Flutter from branches Screams hit the blue And fall onto ...
Lo from our loitering ship a new land at last to be seen; Toothed rocks down the side of the ...
"No water so still as the dead fountains of Versailles." No swan, with swart blind look askance and gondoliering legs, ...
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