Arbutus (Adelaide Crapsey Poems)
Not spring's Thou art, but hers, Most cool, most virginal, Winter's, with thy faint breath, thy snows Rose-tinged. Adelaide Crapsey(Adelaide ...
Not spring's Thou art, but hers, Most cool, most virginal, Winter's, with thy faint breath, thy snows Rose-tinged. Adelaide Crapsey(Adelaide ...
Who goes amid the green wood With springtide all adorning her? Who goes amid the merry green wood To make ...
in my reading of the moment i have learned the figure next to christ in da vinci's last supper (a ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
There is darkness behind the light -- and the pale light drips Cold on vague shapes and figures, that, half-seen ...
Far, far from here, The Adriatic breaks in a warm bay Among the green Illyrian hills; and there The sunshine ...
Crazed through much child-bearing The moon is staggering in the sky; Moon-struck by the despairing Glances of her wandering eye ...
I. He was a Grecian lad, who coming home With pulpy figs and wine from Sicily Stood at his galley's ...
See, I have climbed the mountain side Up to this holy house of God, Where once that Angel-Painter trod Who ...
Emmy's exquisite youth and her virginal air, Eyes and teeth in the flash of a musical smile, Come to me ...
In the grey beginning of years, in the twilight of things that began, The word of the earth in the ...
Mother of man's time-travelling generations, Breath of his nostrils, heartblood of his heart, God above all Gods worshipped of all ...
1 Complacencies of the peignoir, and late Coffee and oranges in a sunny chair, And the green freedom of a ...
FLOWER god, god of the spring, beautiful, bountiful, Cold-dyed shield in the sky, lover of versicles, Here I wander in ...
Love, light for me Thy ruddiest blazing torch, That I, albeit a beggar by the Porch Of the glad Palace ...
A Poem for Three Voices Setting: A Maternity Ward and round about FIRST VOICE: I am slow as the world. ...
America, from a grain of maize you grew to crown with spacious lands the ocean foam. A grain of maize ...
This, then, is she, My mother as she looked at seventeen, When she first met my father. Young incredibly, Younger ...
A chant to which it is intended a group of children shall dance and improvise pantomime led by their dancing-teacher. ...
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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