Chatter (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A long time ago, when I was young, Back before I learned to respect the realities of heat exchange and ...
A long time ago, when I was young, Back before I learned to respect the realities of heat exchange and ...
(EGYPTIAN FOLK-SONG) Grim is the face that looks into the night Over the stretch of sands; A sullen rock in ...
HOWEVER exquisite we BEAUTY find, It satiates sense, and palls upon the mind: Brown bread as well as white must ...
You have obey'd, you WINDS, that must fulfill The Great Disposer's righteous Will; Throughout the Land, unlimited you flew, Nor ...
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
I don't feel at home where I am, or where I spend time; only where, beyond counting, there's freedom and ...
What would I give to see his face? I'd give -- I'd give my life -- of course -- But ...
The Well upon the Brook Were foolish to depend -- Let Brooks -- renew of Brooks -- But Wells -- ...
I know where Wells grow -- Droughtless Wells -- Deep dug -- for Summer days -- Where Mosses go no ...
Like Rain it sounded till it curved And then I new 'twas Wind -- It walked as wet as any ...
I saw a brilliant angelfish whose tail and fins shimmered yellow until it turned and silver spread like an undercoat ...
I LORD of the grass and hill, Lord of the rain, White Overlord of will, Master of pain, I who ...
A forge burns in my heart. I am redder than dawn, Deeper than seaweed, More distant than gulls, More hollow ...
The gallows in my garden, people say, Is new and neat and adequately tall; I tie the noose on in ...
Nothing's certain. Crossing, on this longest day, the low-tide-uncovered isthmus, scrambling up the scree-slope of what at high tide will ...
(Isaiah, xii.1) I will praise Thee every day Now Thine anger's turn'd away; Comfortable thoughts arise From the bleeding sacrifice. ...
To-night I tread the unsubstantial way That looms before me, as the thundering night Falls on the ocean: I must ...
To-night I tread the unsubstantial way That looms before me, as the thundering night Falls on the ocean: I must ...
It's coming through a hole in the air, from those nights in Tiananmen Square. It's coming from the feel that ...
All in the golden afternoon Full leisurely we glide; For both our oars, with little skill, By little arms are ...
With saddest music all day long She soothed her secret sorrow: At night she sighed "I fear 'twas wrong Such ...
All in the golden afternoon Full leisurely we glide; For both our oars, with little skill, By little arms are ...
I want to know how Bernard Shaw Likes beefsteak-fairly done, or raw? I want to know what kinds of shoes ...
Beneath the forest's skirts I rest, Whose branching pines rise dark and high, And hear the breezes of the West ...
The groves were God's first temples. Ere man learned To hew the shaft, and lay the architrave, And spread the ...
I was born in a drouth year. That summer my mother waited in the house, enclosed in the sun and ...
THE AUTOPSY OF TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA This is the autopsy of Trout Fishing in America as if Trout Fishing ...
It will seem strange, no more this range on range Of opening hopes and happenings. Strange to be One's name ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
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