Remembering (William Stanley Merwin Poems)
There are threads of old sound heard over and overphrases of Shakespeare or Mozart the slenderwands of the auroras playing ...
There are threads of old sound heard over and overphrases of Shakespeare or Mozart the slenderwands of the auroras playing ...
August 6th , 1875.Harp of my native landThat lived anew 'neath Carolan's master hand;Harp on whose electric chords,The minstrel Moore's ...
Mother of the Fair Delight,Thou handmaid perfect in God's sight,Now sitting fourth beside the Three,Thyself a woman-Trinity,-Being a daughter born ...
JUST where the Treasury's marble front Looks over Wall Street's mingled nations; Where Jews and Gentiles most are wont ...
IAS lightly as a filmy veilThat folds the April larch,My tenderest joy drops like a dreamDown from the buds of ...
Arrayed in robes of regal state,But stiff and cold, the monarch sate;In gorgeous vests, his chair beside,Stood prince and peer, ...
THESE little firs to-day are things To clasp into a giant's cap, ...
Across the land came a magic word When the earth was bare and lonely,And I sit and sing ...
You shall hear how Pau-Puk-Keewis, How the handsome Yenadizze Danced at Hiawatha's wedding; How the gentle Chibiabos, He the sweetest ...
Can it be the sun descending O'er the level plain of water? Or the Red Swan floating, flying, Wounded by ...
O golden month! How high thy gold is heaped! The yellow birch-leaves shine like bright coins strung On wands; the ...
The forest bitter, spiky, no shore breeze, no foothills, the grass grows matted, death will come with horses' hooves, endlessly ...
A lake and a fairy boat To sail in the moonlight clear, - And merrily we would float From the ...
Robin and his merry men : Lived just like the birds; They had almost as many tracks as thoughts, : ...
When she goes to Hollywood she is an angel. She writes in red red lipstick on the window of her ...
Consecrated to the Glorious Memory of His Most Serene and Renowned Highness, Oliver, Late Lord Protector of This Commonwealth, etc. ...
Twas on a Holy Thursday their innocent faces clean The children walking two & two in red & blue & ...
MORNING and evening Maids heard the goblins cry: "Come buy our orchard fruits, Come buy, come buy: Apples and quinces, ...
But, learning now that they would have her speak, She threw her wet hair backward from her brow, Her hand ...
How the Wings Were Made From many morning-glories That in an hour will fade, From many ...
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