Insomnia (Dante Gabriel Rossetti Poems)
THIN are the night-skirts left behindBy daybreak hours that onward creep,And thin, alas! the shred of sleepThat wavers with the ...
THIN are the night-skirts left behindBy daybreak hours that onward creep,And thin, alas! the shred of sleepThat wavers with the ...
A gleaming glassy ocean, Under a sky of gray; A tide that dreams of motion, ...
A music-stand of crimson lacquer, long since brought In some fast clipper-ship from China, quaintly wrought With bossed and carven ...
A bullet through his heart at dawn. On the table a letter signed with a woman's name. A wind that ...
I Hoops Blue and pink sashes, Criss-cross shoes, Minna and Stella run out into the garden To play at hoop. ...
The intact facade's now almost black in the rain; all day they've torn at the back of the building, "the ...
Just over the horizon a great machine of death is roaring and rearing. One can hear it always. Earthquake, starvation, ...
What is Africa to me: Copper sun or scarlet sea, Jungle star or jungle track, Strong bronzed men, or regal ...
There is darkness behind the light -- and the pale light drips Cold on vague shapes and figures, that, half-seen ...
Two lovers, here at the corner, by the steeple, Two lovers blow together like music blowing: And the crowd dissolves ...
On the Erie Canal, it was, All on a summer's day, I sailed forth with my parents Far away to ...
THE groundflame of the crocus breaks the mould, Fair Spring slides hither o'er the Southern sea, Wavers on her thin ...
Here at the roots of the mountains, Between the sombre legions of cedars and tamaracks, The rapids charge the ravine: ...
YOUR white shoulders I remember And your shrug of laughter. Low laughter Shaken slow From your white shoulders. Where the ...
A LONE gray bird, Dim-dipping, far-flying, Alone in the shadows and grandeurs and tumults Of night and the sea And ...
SAND of the sea runs red Where the sunset reaches and quivers. Sand of the sea runs yellow Where the ...
BROTHER, I am fire Surging under the ocean floor. I shall never meet you, brother-- Not for years, anyhow; Maybe ...
I We thrill too strangely at the master's touch; We shrink too sadly from the larger self Which for its ...
Between going and staying the day wavers, in love with its own transparency. The circular afternoon is now a bay ...
I. Sunrise. In my sleep I was fain of their fellowship, fain Of the live-oak, the marsh, and the main. ...
Chapter I. Once on a time, a Dawn, all red and bright Leapt on the conquered ramparts of the Night, ...
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