The Maid’s Thought (Robinson Jeffers Poems)
Why listen, even the water is sobbing for something. The west wind is dead, the waves Forget to hate the ...
Why listen, even the water is sobbing for something. The west wind is dead, the waves Forget to hate the ...
Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!) Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace, And saw, within the ...
Oh, there are times When all this fret and tumult that we hear Do seem more stale than to the ...
I went to turn the grass once after one Who mowed it in the dew before the sun. The dew ...
THE READERS of the Boston Evening Transcript Sway in the wind like a field of ripe corn. When evening quickens ...
Ay, thou art for the grave; thy glances shine Too brightly to shine long; another Spring Shall deck her for ...
King Arthur made new knights to fill the gap Left by the Holy Quest; and as he sat In hall ...
STATELY, kindly, lordly friend, Condescend Here to sit by me, and turn Glorious eyes that smile and burn, Golden eyes, ...
I I took the clock down from the shelf; "At eight," said I, "I shoot myself." It lacked a minute ...
Come to me in the silence of the night; Come in the speaking silence of a dream; Come with soft ...
Rise, brothers, rise; the wakening skies pray to the morning light, The wind lies asleep in the arms of the ...
Lost in the forest, I broke off a dark twig and lifted its whisper to my thirsty lips: maybe it ...
Comrades, up! Let us row down stream in this first rare dawnlight, While far in the clear north-west the late ...
When through life unblest we rove, Losing all that made life dear, Should some notes we used to love, In ...
Strike the gay harp! see the moon is on high, And, as true to her beam as the tides of ...
Through thick Arcadian woods a hunter went, Following the beasts upon a fresh spring day; But since his horn-tipped bow ...
But therewith the sun rose upward and lightened all the earth, And the light flashed up to the heavens from ...
THE DREAM This has nothing to do with war or the end of the world. She dreams there are gray ...
I bend to the ground to catch something whispered, urgent, drifting across the ditches. The heaviness of flies stuttering in ...
My lady in her white silk shawl Is like a lily dim, Within the twilight of the room Enthroned and ...
I A dream of interlinking hands, of feet Tireless to spin the unseen, fairy woof Of the entangling waltz. Bright ...
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