Creation’s Colors (Raymond A. Foss Poems)
Indigo is the color of creation heavens, the formless void indigo is for the heavens, a color of creation Blue ...
Indigo is the color of creation heavens, the formless void indigo is for the heavens, a color of creation Blue ...
Why is the color blue, blue why is red, red you get the idea, the idea of color but why ...
You were my first love Gone when I was thirteen On May Day, your day. Your smiling face and the ...
A new bloom frilly and pink between the rich and green grafted and grown by your hands warmed in the ...
She sat beside me in the car a dark skirt a white, hand stitched blouse with bright Andean characters, dolls ...
I Like a gaunt, scraggly pine Which lifts its head above the mournful sandhills; And patiently, through dull years of ...
This talk about the journalists that run the East is bosh, We've got a Western editor that's little, but, O ...
BEAUTY clear and fair, Where the air Rather like a perfume dwells; Where the violet and the rose Their blue ...
Little thinks, in the field, yon red-cloaked clown, Of thee, from the hill-top looking down; And the heifer, that lows ...
I Because I do not hope to turn again Because I do not hope Because I do not hope to ...
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
In Ionia whence sprang old poets' fame, From whom that sea did first derive her name, The blessed bed whereon ...
Come to the pane, draw the curtain apart, There she is passing, the girl of my heart; See where she ...
Where, like a pillow on a bed A pregnant bank swell'd up to rest The violet's reclining head, Sat we ...
To this World she returned. But with a tinge of that -- A Compound manner, As a Sod Espoused a ...
Sweet Mountains -- Ye tell Me no lie -- Never deny Me -- Never fly -- Those same unvarying Eyes ...
Would you like summer? Taste of ours. Spices? Buy here! Ill! We have berries, for the parching! Weary! Furloughs of ...
I see thee better -- in the Dark -- I do not need a Light -- The Love of Thee ...
The Red -- Blaze -- is the Morning -- The Violet -- is Noon -- The Yellow -- Day -- ...
Here at the spoke-ends of our galaxy it is easy to forget the central axle moving insensibly slow, still the ...
One in thy thousand statues we salute thee On all thy thousand thrones acclaim and claim Who walk in forest ...
HAIL, sister springs, Parents of silver-footed rills! Ever bubbling things, Thawing crystal, snowy hills! Still spending, never spent; I mean ...
Oh that those lips had language! Life has pass'd With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips ...
The mighty sound of forests murmuring In answer to the dread command; The stars that shudder when their king extends ...
The mighty sound of forests murmuring In answer to the dread command; The stars that shudder when their king extends ...
Each small gleam was a voice, A lantern voice -- In little songs of carmine, violet, green, gold. A chorus ...
Is there another world for this frail dust To warm with life and be itself again? Something about me daily ...
She was very strange, and beautiful, as the violet mist upon the hills before night falls when the hoot owl ...
Now darkness ponds upon the violet hills; cicadas sing; the tall elms gently sway; and night bends near, a deepening ...
The blue bell is the sweetest flower That waves in summer air; Its blossoms have the mightiest power To soothe ...
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