The Song Of Rebellion (Benjamin Musser Poems)
I am the Song of Rebellion.Murmuring in breasts of Grecian galley slaves,Sobbing in parched throats of pyramid hewers and builders,Rankling ...
I am the Song of Rebellion.Murmuring in breasts of Grecian galley slaves,Sobbing in parched throats of pyramid hewers and builders,Rankling ...
Was it a dream that all one summer nightWe toiled obscurely through a mighty woodTeeming with desperate armies; toiled to ...
When the evening came my love said to me: Let us go into the garden now that the sky is ...
Just at the corner of the street,Where meet the tides of human feet,She sits; a pity on her face,That will ...
Daily the sound of the drums and trumpets' braying Tolled out a victim's knell:Daily above the bosom bared for ...
WHEN the veil from the eyes is lifted The seer's head is gray; When the sailor to shore has ...
A child's tiny feet, Blue, blue with cold, How can they see and not protect you? Oh, my God! Tiny ...
MEMORY cannot linger long, Joy must die the death.Hope's like a little silver song Fading in a breath.So wags the ...
A snake came to my water-trough On a hot, hot day, and I in pyjamas for the heat, To drink ...
(i) introduction his home in ruins his parents gone frederick seeks to reclaim his throne to the golden mountain he ...
Wasteful with his gifts the riches of this life gorging on his excess crumbs falling to the ground The beggar ...
Kairos time, not Chronos time; how hard a concept, so easily missing. We live in times with signs, like the ...
How much could the split oil have bought how many lives would it have touched how wasteful it must have ...
Driveby friendships in the inbetween times the gaps, spaces between classes, lunch, studying caught in line, in the hall, bookstore, ...
Dew in the morning Burst my slumber, stupor, coma Caught me from numbness, Unseeing eyes Dulled senses Forced sight, perception ...
I What shall I do with this absurdity - O heart, O troubled heart - this caricature, Decrepit age that ...
Let me to-day do something that shall take A little sadness from the world's vast store, And may I be ...
Too proud to die; broken and blind he died The darkest way, and did not turn away, A cold kind ...
When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see, For all the day they view things unrespected; But when ...
OUR true hearts are forever lonely: A wistfulness is in our thought: Our lights are like the dawns which only ...
When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see, For all the day they view things unrespected; But when ...
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