The Crossed Apple (Louise Bogan Poem)
I've come to give you fruit from out my orchard, Of wide report. I have trees there that bear me ...
I've come to give you fruit from out my orchard, Of wide report. I have trees there that bear me ...
Now that I know How passion warms little Of flesh in the mould, And treasure is brittle,-- I'll lie here ...
A RETURN TO THE COVER OF THIS BOOK Dear Trout Fishing in America: I met your friend Fritz in Washington ...
THE LAMP of day, with-ill presaging glare, Dim, cloudy, sank beneath the western wave; Th' inconstant blast howl'd thro' the ...
Think of the storm roaming the sky uneasily like a dog looking for a place to sleep in, listen to ...
The state with the prettiest name, the state that floats in brackish water, held together by mangrave roots that bear ...
Although it is a cold evening, down by one of the fishhouses an old man sits netting, his net, in ...
'This envelope you say has something in it Which once belonged to your dead son-or something He knew, was fond ...
You see that porcelain ranged there in the window- Platters and soup-plates done with pale pink rosebuds, And tiny violets, ...
The white fog creeps from the cold sea over the city, Over the pale grey tumbled towers,- And settles among ...
BALKIS was in her marble town, And shadow over the world came down. Whiteness of walls, towers and piers, That ...
Zeus, Brazen-thunder-hurler, Cloud-whirler, son-of-Kronos, Send vengeance on these Oreads Who strew White frozen flecks of mist and cloud Over the ...
Now the day is done, Now the shepherd sun Drives his white flocks from the sky; Now the flowers rest ...
From our happy home Through the world we roam One week in all the year, Making winter spring With the ...
Kind of empty in the way it sees everything, the earth gets to its feet andsalutes the sky. More of ...
Not under foreign skies Nor under foreign wings protected - I shared all this with my own people There, where ...
I'm thinking about you. What else can I say? The palm trees on the reverse are a delusion; so is ...
A free bird leaps on the back Of the wind and floats downstream Till the current ends and dips his ...
THE WINTRY west extends his blast, And hail and rain does blaw; Or the stormy north sends driving forth The ...
The cypress stood up like a church That night we felt our love would hold, And saintly moonlight seemed to ...
My mother bore me in the southern wild, And I am black, but O! my soul is white. White as ...
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