Popcorn Willie (Mackinlay Kantor Poems)
Do the angels eat apples? I wonder. . . .A bell tinkled under the trees,A shadow along the white roadwayCast ...
Do the angels eat apples? I wonder. . . .A bell tinkled under the trees,A shadow along the white roadwayCast ...
West in gash of purple below the umber dyeRims of desert sandhills project into the skyDarkened candelabras on altars of dim godAt the ...
WAINAMOINEN AND YOUKAHAINEN.Wainamoinen, ancient minstrel,Passed his years in full contentment,On the meadows of Wainola,On the plains of Kalevala,Singing ever wondrous ...
THE holy bell, untouched by human hands, Clanged suddenly, and tolled with solemn knell.Between the massive, blazoned temple-doors,Thrown wide, to ...
Of course, the familiar rustling of programs, My hair mussed from behind by a grand gesture Of mink. A little ...
Now with a humming from the greening skies,Sphinx moths with course set true,Shoot forth, torpedoes with a spinning screw,And bulbous ...
1Dear ghosts, dear presences, O my dear parents,Why were you so sad on porches, whispering?What great melancholies were loosed among ...
By the margent of the seaI would build myself a home.Not by the margent of the sea,But on the hilltop ...
Blind in these stony streets, dumb in their crowds,What can I do but dream of other days?Whose is the love ...
WITH half-hearted levies of frost that make foray, retire, and refrain -- Ambiguous bugles that blow and that falter to ...
970Color - Caste - Denomination -These - are Time's Affair -Death's diviner ClassifyingDoes not know they are -As in sleep ...
1901 ". . . and will supply details to guard the Blood River Bridge." District Orders-Lines of Communication, South African ...
1 Dear ghosts, dear presences, O my dear parents, Why were you so sad on porches, whispering? What great melancholies ...
How fits his Umber Coat The Tailor of the Nut? Combined without a seam Like Raiment of a Dream -- ...
Color -- Caste -- Denomination -- These -- are Time's Affair -- Death's diviner Classifying Does not know they are ...
I turn the page and read: "I dream of silent verses where the rhyme Glides noiseless as an oar." The ...
Sidling upon the river, the white boat Has volleyed with its cannon all the morning, Shaken the shore towns like ...
1. I am thirty this November. You are still small, in your fourth year. We stand watching the yellow leaves ...
Three times thrice hath winter's rough white wing Crossed and curdled wells and streams with ice Since his birth whose ...
SMOKE of autumn is on it all. The streamers loosen and travel. The red west is stopped with a gray ...
Hot gold runs a winding stream on the inside of a green bowl. Yellow trickles in a fan figure, scatters ...
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