two thursdays (Rg Gregory Poem)
when the doctor came on a monday he looked at my mother and said there's something seriously wrong here - ...
when the doctor came on a monday he looked at my mother and said there's something seriously wrong here - ...
what's that i'm awake a bang like a door or a foot knocking a chair who's there tense i lie ...
PALM Sunday at the Vatican They celebrate with palms; With reverence bows each holy man, And chaunts the ancient psalms. ...
A branch, a twig, leafless falls in the wintry wood falling onto the snow, leaving an impression a mark of ...
A plank in my eye far more than a twig or sty - a speck in your eye January 9, ...
Pillows of light, white snow Atop the raspberry bramble At the back of the yard The edge of the wild ...
To drive Paul out of any lumber camp All that was needed was to say to him, "How is the ...
When I see birches bend to left and right Across the lines of straighter darker trees, I like to think ...
Mr Brain was a hermit dwarf who liked to eat shellfish off the moon. He liked to go into a ...
The most triumphant Bird I ever knew or met Embarked upon a twig today And till Dominion set I famish ...
Some Rainbow -- coming from the Fair! Some Vision of the World Cashmere -- I confidently see! Or else a ...
Her smile was shaped like other smiles -- The Dimples ran along -- And still it hurt you, as some ...
For every Bird a Nest -- Wherefore in timid quest Some little Wren goes seeking round -- Wherefore when boughs ...
As One does Sickness over In convalescent Mind, His scrutiny of Chances By blessed Health obscured -- As One rewalks ...
A Sparrow took a Slice of Twig And thought it very nice I think, because his empty Plate Was handed ...
This World is not Conclusion. A Species stands beyond -- Invisible, as Music -- But positive, as Sound -- It ...
I The rutted roads are all like iron; skies Are keen and brilliant; only the oak-leaves cling In the bare ...
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
No cloud, no relique of the sunken day Distinguishes the West, no long thin slip Of sullen light, no obscure ...
PART I 'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock And the owls have awakened the crowing cock; Tu-whit!- ...
Summer pleasures they are gone like to visions every one And the cloudy days of autumn and of winter cometh ...
Passer-by, these are words. But instead of reading I want you to listen: to this frail Voice like that of ...
I. The morn when first it thunders in March, The eel in the pond gives a leap, they say: As ...
Still dark. The unknown bird sits on his usual branch. The little dog next door barks in his sleep inquiringly, ...
Through that window-all else being extinct Except itself and me-I saw the struggle Of darkness against darkness. Within the room ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
Beloved, let us once more praise the rain. Let us discover some new alphabet, For this, the often praised; and ...
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