Festus – XXXVII (Philip James Bailey Poems)
Not on one plane indeviable, the soulMakes way, but moonlike waveringly as thoughNot to advance for a time content; the ...
Not on one plane indeviable, the soulMakes way, but moonlike waveringly as thoughNot to advance for a time content; the ...
IThe trumpet, with a giant sound,Its harsh war-summons wildly sings;And, bursting forth like mountain-springs,Poured from the hillside camping-ground,Each swift battalion ...
Through the bound cable strands, the arching pathUpward, veering with light, the flight of strings,-Taut miles of shuttling moonlight syncopateThe ...
In the pond in the parkall things are doubled;Long buildings hang andwriggle gently. Chimneysare bent legs bouncingon clouds below. A flagwags like ...
The keyboard, over which two slim hands float,Shines vaguely in the twilight pink and gray,Whilst with a sound like wings, ...
1Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is he ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
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