The Glen of Arrawatta (Henry Kendall Poems)
A SKY of wind! And while these fitful gustsAre beating round the windows in the cold,With sullen sobs of rain, ...
A SKY of wind! And while these fitful gustsAre beating round the windows in the cold,With sullen sobs of rain, ...
JanuaryThe first fair month! In singing Summer's sphereShe glows, the eldest daughter of the year.All light, all warmth, all passion, ...
With noise of battle and the dust of fray,Half hid in fog, the gloomy mountain lay;But Succoth's watchers, from their ...
Beautiful dancer upon the wind of the life in thy flutteringwings,O mingle of breeze and sunlight, whose glancing gaietysingsOf the ...
With reverent eyes and bowed, uncovered head, A son of sorrow kneels by fanes you knew;But cannot say the words that ...
AS WHEN the strong stream of a wintering seaRolls round our coast, with bodeful breaks of storm,And swift salt rain, ...
Twelve years ago, when I could face High heaven's dome with different eyes-In days full-flowered with hours of grace, And nights not ...
A CLAMOUR by day and a whisper by night, And the Summer comes-with the shining noons,With the ripple of leaves, and ...
Because this man fulfilled his days,Like one who walks with steadfast gazeAverted from forbidden ways With lures of fair, false flowerage ...
LOW as a lute, my love, beneath the callOf storm, I hear a melancholy wind;The memorably mournful wind of yoreWhich ...
Then I was sealed, and like the wintering treeI stood me locked upon a summer core;Living, had died a death, ...
splitting woodmy sister alone -wintering(Masaoka Shiki)
1 BLESSED was she that bare, Hidden in flesh most fair,For all men's sake ...
Up attic, Lucas Harrison, God rest his frugal bones, once kept a tidy account by knifecut of some long-gone harvest. ...
I bear a basket lined with grass; I am so light, I am so fair, That men must wonder as ...
AMERICA always! Always our own feuillage! Always Florida's green peninsula! Always the priceless delta of Louisiana! Always the cotton-fields of ...
Three months bade wane and wax the wintering moon Between two dates of death, while men were fain Yet of ...
Be ahead of all parting, as though it already were behind you, like the winter that has just gone by. ...
The day you died I went into the dirt, Into the lightless hibernaculum Where bees, striped black and gold, sleep ...
This is the easy time, there is nothing doing. I have whirled the midwife's extractor, I have my honey, Six ...
My dog has died. I buried him in the garden next to a rusted old machine. Some day I'll join ...
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