Dance of the Bubbles (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A watched pot, beginning to boil growing bubbles in the dimples the Teflon surface called to the ball, to dance, ...
A watched pot, beginning to boil growing bubbles in the dimples the Teflon surface called to the ball, to dance, ...
I'd not complain of Sister Jane, for she was good and kind, Combining with rare comeliness distinctive gifts of mind; ...
Away down East where I was reared amongst my Yankee kith, There used to live a pretty girl whose name ...
A DEMON, blacker in his skin than heart, So great a charm was prompted to impart; To one in love, ...
All crying, 'We will go with you, O Wind!' The foliage follow him, leaf and stem; But a sleep oppresses ...
Whirl up, sea- Whirl your pointed pines. Splash your great pines On our rocks. Hurl your green over us- Cover ...
Whangaehu waters, hot-spilled from the cauldron of Crater Lake, swirling mud-green from the cup between Tahurangi and Pyramid Peak, sulphurous, ...
It seldom snowed, they said, it might get cold but it won't be snow; well, one should guess the locals ...
For more than 40 years we've been good friends, since 1963 in fact, from college where we met (and managed ...
I I heard the spring wind whisper Above the brushwood fire, "The world is made forever Of transport and desire. ...
Lord Lilac thought it rather rotten That Shakespeare should be quite forgotten, And therefore got on a Committee With several ...
Where the rough Caigra rolls the surgy wave, Urging his thunders thro' the echoing cave; Where the sharp rocks, in ...
Recite the loves of Narva and Mored The priest of Chalma's triple idol said. High from the ground the youthful ...
The little voices of the prairie dogs Are tireless . . . They will give three hurrahs Alike to stage, ...
Part I It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. 'By thy long grey beard and glittering ...
God give the yellow man an easy breeze at blossom time. Grant his eager, slanting eyes to cover every land ...
Now is the time for the burning of the leaves, They go to the fire; the nostrils prick with smoke ...
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was ...
After the movie, when the lights come up, He takes her powdered hand behind the wings; She, all in yellow, ...
As evening falls, The walls grow luminous and warm, the walls Tremble and glow with the lives within them moving, ...
The sun goes down in a cold pale flare of light. The trees grow dark: the shadows lean to the ...
The half-shut doors through which we heard that music Are softly closed. Horns mutter down to silence. The stars whirl ...
The door is shut. She leaves the curtained office, And down the grey-walled stairs comes trembling slowly Towards the dazzling ...
More towers must yet be built-more towers destroyed- Great rocks hoisted in air; And he must seek his bread in ...
The sun goes down in a cold pale flare of light. The trees grow dark: the shadows lean to the ...
O flower at my window Why blossom you so fair, With your green and purple cup Upturned to sun and ...
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