Late October (Madison Julius Cawein Poems)
Ah, haughty hills, sardonic solitudes, What wizard touch hath, crowning you with gold, Cast Tyrian purple o'er broad-shouldered woods, And to your pride ...
Ah, haughty hills, sardonic solitudes, What wizard touch hath, crowning you with gold, Cast Tyrian purple o'er broad-shouldered woods, And to your pride ...
COME here, rekindle the old fire,This last night leave no lamp unlit!In later days we twain shall sit,Remembering the joys ...
I wonder if the spell, the mystery,That like a haze about your silence clings,Moulding your void until we seem to ...
No not to-night, dear child; I cannot go; I'm busy, tired; they knew I should not come; you do not ...
There is a parable in the pathless cloud,There's prophecy in heaven,--they did not lie,The Chaldee shepherds; seal-ed from the proud,To ...
Men of the Twenty-first Up by the Chalk Pit Wood, Weak with our wounds and our thirst, Wanting ...
"The level sunrise brings a simple glory To hoarfrost in November. Brilliance soft Lives in the buffalo grass of prairie ...
I am not hypercritical on points of punctuation; A misplaced comma now and then is surely not a sin;I overlook ...
She poured the tea. Vaguely I watched her hands.The mask was fitted: in my wandering dreamWere boulder-broken valleys, a strange ...
I Now it is autumn and the falling fruit and the long journey towards oblivion. The apples falling like great ...
Life's all getting and giving, I've only myself to give. What shall I do for a living? I've only one ...
Denis, whose motionable, alert, most vaulting wit Caps occasion with an intellectual fit. Yet Arthur is a Bowman: his three-heeled ...
(i) introduction his home in ruins his parents gone frederick seeks to reclaim his throne to the golden mountain he ...
Who is it seeks my Pillow Nights -- With plain inspecting face -- "Did you" or "Did you not," to ...
A crystalline awakening on the plateau, the crisp air as brittle as new celery snaps with expectancy. The cold clings ...
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
South of my days' circle, part of my blood's country, rises that tableland, high delicate outline of bony slopes wincing ...
(after Spillane) Let us be aware of the true dark gods Acknowledgeing the cache of the crotch The primitive pure ...
Viciousness in the kitchen! The potatoes hiss. It is all Hollywood, windowless, The fluorescent light wincing on and off like ...
"I will to the King, And offer him consolation in his trouble, For that man there has set his teeth ...
Back, in my fifties, fatter that I was then, I step on the sand, belch down slight horror to walk ...
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