Stretch Run (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Summer giving way to the cold of autumn breath visible in the morning air boys of summer holding sway a ...
Summer giving way to the cold of autumn breath visible in the morning air boys of summer holding sway a ...
The jetty changed, when the tide came in turned its course and headed out once more There were pools, caught ...
My eyes widened in opening the box Oh it was a meat lover's pizza Oh yes it was visible cholesterol ...
Dear God, I give you thanks for this day, for the days of my life so far and all the ...
A small solitary island without television, phone without running water But it had the call of the loon the splash ...
Driving in the fall 'morn, light filtering into the clearing wood; I spied a wall awakening from its slumber, no ...
Walking to the playground, yesterday afternoon after the change of the time on the clocks, fall back into winter, the ...
I saw Dad's Face In your face Last weekend In your yard I at the ready To lend a hand ...
Up ahead To my right Around the point before me A burst of squawks and the Beating of heavy wings ...
Up ahead To my right Around the point before me A burst of squawks and the Beating of heavy wings ...
Up ahead To my right Around the point Burst of squawks and Beating of heavy wings Filled the air The ...
Claremont to Durham, regular drive, autopilot Rtes 103, 114, 9, 89, 4 Exit 5, New England College down the road ...
I saw her for a split second driving down Canal toward home off to the left almost over my shoulder ...
Our life is a fire dampened, or a fire shut up in stone. --Jacob Boehme, De Incarnatione Verbi Outside everything ...
We both have our hands to give Take mine I shall lead you afar I have lived several times my ...
Oval mirror of the sea, age-warped isle waved and cloudy, each angle crystalline and salty. my lens into reality. Point ...
for Allen Here, on the farthest point of the peninsula The winter storm Off the Atlantic shook the schoolhouse. Mrs. ...
Long Pont's apparitional this warm spring morning, the strand a blur of sandy light, and the square white of the ...
To my quick ear the Leaves -- conferred -- The Bushes -- they were Bells -- I could not find ...
My Portion is Defeat -- today -- A paler luck than Victory -- Less Paeans -- fewer Bells -- The ...
Because I could not stop for Death He kindly stopped for me The Carriage held but just Ourselves And Immortality. ...
Here at the spoke-ends of our galaxy it is easy to forget the central axle moving insensibly slow, still the ...
Truth is a golden thread, seen here and there In small bright specks upon the visible side Of our strange ...
Scene--A spacious drawing-room, with music-room adjoining. Katharine. What are the words ? Eliza. Ask our friend, the Improvisatore ; here ...
Friend of the Wise ! and Teacher of the Good ! Into my heart have I received that Lay More ...
Charity thou art a lie, A toy of women, A pleasure of certain men. In the presence of justice, Lo, ...
Gray rainwater lay on the grass in the late afternoon. The carp lay on the bottom, resting, while dusk took ...
To-night I saw three maidens on the beach, Dark-robed descending to the sea, So slow, so silent of all speech, ...
To him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for ...
Slowly up silent peaks, the white edge of the world, Trod four archangels, clear against the unheeding sky, Bearing, with ...
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