Birthday (Autobiography) (Robinson Jeffers Poem)
Seventy years ago my mother labored to bear me, A twelve-pound baby with a big head, Her first, it was ...
Seventy years ago my mother labored to bear me, A twelve-pound baby with a big head, Her first, it was ...
For Sára Karig "You are so wise," the reindeer said, "you can bind the winds of the world in a ...
I O the opal and the sapphire of that wandering western sea, And the woman riding high above with bright ...
(i) introduction his home in ruins his parents gone frederick seeks to reclaim his throne to the golden mountain he ...
by a dank and ancient coffin in the gaunt and gloomy hall alone and sighing deeply crouched the sorriest crone ...
They are rhymes rudely strung with intent less Of sound than of words, In lands where bright blossoms are scentless, ...
It is funny; feels strange being so exposed, so public so many poems, so many thoughts, passions, ideas, blurted out ...
Out of the woods by the creek cometh a calling for Peter, And from the orchard a voice echoes and ...
TO MISS GRACE KING Down in the old French quarter, Just out of Rampart street, I wend my way At ...
There once was a bird that lived up in a tree, And all he could whistle was "Fiddle-dee-dee" - A ...
Amherst never had a witch O Coos or of Grafton But once upon a time There were three old women. ...
There is a chimp named Ai who can count to five. There's a poet named Ai whose selected poems Vice ...
Pray why are you so bare, so bare, Oh, bough of the old oak-tree; And why, when I go through ...
To glibly say that Joe was sort of odd quite missed the point. Peculiar in many ways and kind of ...
I like the old house tolerably well, Where I must dwell Like a familiar gnome; And yet I never shall ...
In Memory of John Keats By the Aurelian Wall, Where the long shadows of the centuries fall From Caius Cestius' ...
Impetuously I sprang from bed, Long before lunch was up, That I might drain the dizzy dew From the day's ...
Have pity ! show no pity ! Those eyes that send such shivers Into my ...
AN ATTACK ON BARBERCRAFT At last an end of all I hoped and feared! Muttered ...
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
Have pity ! show no pity ! Those eyes that send such shivers Into my ...
AN ATTACK ON BARBERCRAFT At last an end of all I hoped and feared! Muttered ...
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
What is Africa to me: Copper sun or scarlet sea, Jungle star or jungle track, Strong bronzed men, or regal ...
Walk here among the walking scepters. Learn inhuman patience. Flesh can only cleave to bone this tightly if their hearts ...
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, the mountain in back of the lake promised us ...
A Thurn Among them marble where the man may lie lie chieftains grand in final phase, or pause, 'O rare ...
I heard said 'Cats that walk by their wild lone' but Henry had need of friends. They disappeared Shall I ...
Disengaged, bloody, Henry rose from the shell where in theior racing start his seat got wedged under his knifing knees, ...
O LASSIE, are ye sleepin yet, Or are ye waukin, I wad wit? For Love has bound me hand an' ...
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