Textures of Creation (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Smooth glass, clear, or in the prism's spectrum Cool of polished marble in Washington's monuments smooth of a baby's skin, ...
Smooth glass, clear, or in the prism's spectrum Cool of polished marble in Washington's monuments smooth of a baby's skin, ...
A quiet cold woods, crunch of ice and snow under the snowshoes, hear the ski pole pierce the skin of ...
Flat hoods sit splayed on our backs wool, buffalo plaid inside, pulled forward, catch hair before the snorkel coats the ...
Black, black buckles like grates on the front of a pot-bellied stove Clumpy black buckle boots worn over shoes by ...
The heat wrapped me hung heavy on my shoulders, my chest like a wet wool coat thrown on the hot ...
They were quite a pair clash of cultures within these proud Quebecois each speaking a language I don't share with ...
She sat beside me in the car a dark skirt a white, hand stitched blouse with bright Andean characters, dolls ...
I was sitting there in the traffic, waiting for the light the heat and humidity building in the van, one ...
Through ev'ry Age some Tyrant Passion reigns: Now Love prevails, and now Ambition gains Reason's lost Throne, and sov'reign Rule ...
A scientist has a test tube full of sheep. He wonders if he should try to shrink a pasture for ...
Bulkeley, Hunt, Willard, Hosmer, Meriam, Flint, Possessed the land which rendered to their toil Hay, corn, roots, hemp, flax, apples, ...
I couldn't touch a stop and turn a screw, And set the blooming world a-work for me, Like such as ...
When I came forth this morn I saw Quite twenty cloudlets in the air; And then I saw a flock ...
You'll know Her -- by Her Foot -- The smallest Gamboge Hand With Fingers -- where the Toes should be ...
Death sets a Thing significant The Eye had hurried by Except a perished Creature Entreat us tenderly To ponder little ...
It sifts from Leaden Sieves -- It powders all the Wood. It fills with Alabaster Wool The Wrinkles of the ...
Sent off to boarding school at twelve, with a pair of oxfords, a pair of patents, my sterling silver christening ...
Lost aboard the roll of Kodac- olor that was to have super- seded all need to remember Somerset were: a ...
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
A rhinestone skein, a jeweled brocade of light,- the city is a garment stretched so thin her festive colors bleed ...
The girt woak tree that's in the dell ! There's noo tree I do love so well; Vor times an' ...
The Sheep adorns the landscape rural And is both singular and plural- It gives grammarians the creeps To hear one ...
The girt woak tree that's in the dell ! There's noo tree I do love so well; Vor times an' ...
WORSEWICK Worsewick Hot Springs was nothing fancy. Somebody put some boards across the creek. That was it. The boards dammed ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
(As Distinguished by an Italian Person of Quality) I Had I but plenty of money, money enough and to spare, ...
From narrow provinces of fish and bread and tea, home of the long tides where the bay leaves the sea ...
alas our good kaspar is dead. who will bury a burning flag in the wings of the clouds who will ...
The city is closing for the night. Stores draw their blinds one by one, and it's dark again, save for ...
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