End of Summer (Stanley Kunitz Poem)
An agitation of the air, A perturbation of the light Admonished me the unloved year Would turn on its hinge ...
An agitation of the air, A perturbation of the light Admonished me the unloved year Would turn on its hinge ...
While on my lonely couch I lie, I seldom feel myself alone, For fancy fills my dreaming eye With scenes ...
Love is a breach in the walls, a broken gate, Where that comes in that shall not go again; Love ...
BALKIS was in her marble town, And shadow over the world came down. Whiteness of walls, towers and piers, That ...
Mist clogs the sunshine. Smoky dwarf houses Hem me round everywhere; A vague dejection Weighs down my soul. Yet, while ...
I On the grey rock of Cashel the mind's eye Has called up the cold spirits that are born When ...
I. He was a Grecian lad, who coming home With pulpy figs and wine from Sicily Stood at his galley's ...
There is much in life that makes me sorry as I journey down life's way. And I seem to see ...
Down the strait vistas where a city street Fades in pale dust and vaporous distances, Stained with far fumes the ...
There was a woman, and she was wise; woefully wise was she; She was old, so old, yet her years ...
What! and not one to heave the pious sigh! Not one whose sorrow-swoln and aching eye For social scenes, for ...
O for some honest lover's ghost, Some kind unbodied post Sent from the shades below! I strangely long to know ...
Oh, for some honest lover's ghost, Some kind unbodied post Sent from the shades below! I strangely long to know ...
YES, friend, I own these tales of Arabia Smile not, as smiled their flawless originals, Age-old but yet untamed, for ...
Swiftly walk over the western wave, Spirit of Night! Out of the misty eastern cave Where, all the long and ...
SWIFTLY walk o'er the western wave, Spirit of Night! Out of the misty eastern cave,-- Where, all the long and ...
If you go deep Into the heart What do you find there? Fear, fear, Fear of the jaws of the ...
I sigh at day-dawn, and I sigh When the dull day is passing by. I sigh at evening, and again ...
Love is enough: have no thought for to-morrow If ye lie down this even in rest from your pain, Ye ...
OH how comely it is and how reviving To the Spirits of just men long opprest! When God into the ...
I walk among the rows of bowed heads-- the children are sleeping through fourth grade so as to be ready ...
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