Anticipating (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
They are downstairs, away from my office romping and shouting, in the living room I hear their squeals, their play, ...
They are downstairs, away from my office romping and shouting, in the living room I hear their squeals, their play, ...
Up even with the second floor window of our bedroom, a piece of flat, smooth oak bark is shaped like ...
Boils and welts and warts bubbled on the trunk of the tree human afflictions on the bark and sinew the ...
Meticulous was the word That came to mom and me Simultaneously to describe Dad and how he approached almost Everything ...
Three clear anchors Thrust into living flesh glint in the spring light Left to rust Piercings, Scars - Sentries to ...
Walk in the park By the pond A sturdy trunk Branches hacked By rough pruning Yellow lichen Moss Speckle the ...
The rusted old barbed wire oozed into the flesh of the young pine becoming one with the living skin lost ...
Out back, behind the yard in the brush and scrub at the edge a world unfolds for those willing to ...
By way of a vanished bridge we cross this river as a cloud of lifted snow would ascend a mountain. ...
WHAT various ways in which a thing is told Some truth abuse, while others fiction hold; In stories we invention ...
THE Queen of Birds, t'encrease the Regal Stock, Had hatch'd her young Ones in a stately Oak, Whose Middle-part was ...
I came an errand one cloud-blowing evening To a slab-built, black-paper-covered house Of one room and one window and one ...
When I see birches bend to left and right Across the lines of straighter darker trees, I like to think ...
When Joe Dove took his elephants out on the road He made each one hold fast with his trunk To ...
Today the Masons are auctioning their discarded pomp: a trunk of turbans, gemmed and ostrich-plumed, and operetta costumes labeled inside ...
Pray why are you so bare, so bare, Oh, bough of the old oak-tree; And why, when I go through ...
Were natural mortal lady Who had so little time To pack her trunk and order The great exchange of clime ...
In ash-fine silt that spread like sand after the flood and before the wild weeds claimed the old stream bed; ...
You could see the signs which said that possums came at night and fed upon this tree, they left their ...
Sent off to boarding school at twelve, with a pair of oxfords, a pair of patents, my sterling silver christening ...
Lo! I lament. Fallen is the sixfold Star: Slain is Asar. O twinned with me in the womb of Night! ...
Lo! I lament. Fallen is the sixfold Star: Slain is Asar. O twinned with me in the womb of Night! ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
Window's tree trunk's predominant face a single eye-leveled hole where limb's torn off another larger contorts to swell growing in ...
Well, they are gone, and here must I remain, This lime-tree bower my prison! I have lost Beauties and feelings, ...
Well, they are gone, and here must I remain, This lime-tree bower my prison! I have lost Beauties and feelings, ...
"Lord, being dark," I said, "I cannot bear The further touch of earth, the scented air; Lord, being dark, forewilled ...
Huge elm, with rifted trunk all notched and scarred, Like to a warrior's destiny! I love To stretch me often ...
The elephant's trunk is for picking up pistachios: no need to bend over. The giraffe's neck is for grazing on ...
In silent night when rest I took For sorrow near I did not look I waked was with thund'ring noise ...
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