The Hunting Of Pau-Puk Keewis (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
Full of wrath was Hiawatha When he came into the village, Found the people in confusion, Heard of all the ...
Full of wrath was Hiawatha When he came into the village, Found the people in confusion, Heard of all the ...
1 You scream, waking from a nightmare. When I sleepwalk into your room, and pick you up, and hold you ...
Our Father who art in heaven, I am drunk. Again. Red wine. For which I offer thanks. I ought to ...
My left hand will live longer than my right. The rivers of my palms tell me so. Never argue with ...
Many thousand glittering motes Crowd forward greedily together In trembling circles. Extravagantly carousing away For a whole hour rapidly vanishing, ...
(Maidens' song from St. Winefred's Well) THE LEADEN ECHO How to kéep-is there ány any, is there none such, nowhere ...
For every bird there is this last migration; Once more the cooling year kindles her heart; With a warm passage ...
Why did you give no hint that night That quickly after the morrow's dawn, And calmly, as if indifferent quite, ...
THE warder looks down at the mid hour of night, On the tombs that lie scatter'd below: The moon fills ...
Like webs with dew drops glistening in the morning invisible later vanishing utterly when the sun burns them away So ...
For all this, what is the mountain god like? An unending green of lands north and south: From ethereal beauty ...
A monster taught To come to hand Amain, As swift as thought Across the land The train. The song it ...
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, ...
The Vanishing They sought it with thimbles, they sought it with care; They pursued it with forks and hope; They ...
Dedication Inscribed to a dear Child: in memory of golden summer hours and whispers of a summer sea. Girt with ...
I said fate plays a game without a score, and who needs fish if you've got caviar? The triumph of ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
I Like a gondola of green scented fruits Drifting along the dark canals of Venice, You, O exquisite one, Have ...
Cruising these residential Sunday streets in dry August sunlight: what offends us is the sanities: the houses in pedantic rows, ...
For ever, since my childish looks Could rest on Nature's pictured books; For ever, since my childish tongue Could name ...
I lived with visions for my company Instead of men and women, years ago, And found them gentle mates, nor ...
(1) This is the sea, then, this great abeyance. How the sun's poultice draws on my inflammation. Electrifyingly-colored sherbets, scooped ...
--The Carpathian Frontier, October, 1968 --for my brother Once, in a foreign country, I was suddenly ill. I was driving ...
When the rose is faded, Memory may still dwell on Her beauty shadowed, And the sweet smell gone. That vanishing ...
Time collapses between the lips of strangers my days collapse into a hollow tube soon implodes against now like an ...
I have opened the window to warm my hands on the sill Where the sunlight soaks in the stone: the ...
Can you imagine the air filled with smoke? It was. The city was vanishing before noon or was it earlier ...
I. Sunrise. In my sleep I was fain of their fellowship, fain Of the live-oak, the marsh, and the main. ...
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