Cicada Shell (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Down by the dirt at the base of the white pine clutched close, holding the gnarled, wrinkled elephant skin a ...
Down by the dirt at the base of the white pine clutched close, holding the gnarled, wrinkled elephant skin a ...
'Tis years, soubrette, since last we met; And yet--ah, yet, how swift and tender My thoughts go back in time's ...
Last night, my darling, as you slept, I thought I heard you sigh, And to your little crib I crept, ...
You come to fetch me from my work to-night When supper's on the table, and we'll see If I can ...
When three, he fished these lakes, Curled sleeping on a lip of rock, Crib blankets tucked from ants and fishbone ...
Though loth to grieve The evil time's sole patriot, I cannot leave My buried thought For the priest's cant, Or ...
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
Children of the elemental mother, Born upon some lonely island shore Where the wrinkled ripples run and whisper, Where the ...
Who ever loves, if he do not propose The right true end of love, he's one that goes To sea ...
The Day undressed -- Herself -- Her Garter -- was of Gold -- Her Petticoat -- of Purple plain -- ...
The Bat is dun, with wrinkled Wings -- Like fallow Article -- And not a song pervade his Lips -- ...
That odd old man is dead a year -- We miss his stated Hat. 'Twas such an evening bright and ...
Ribbons of the Year -- Multitude Brocade -- Worn to Nature's Party once Then, as flung aside As a faded ...
One Day is there of the Series Termed Thanksgiving Day. Celebrated part at Table Part in Memory. Neither Patriarch nor ...
On the World you colored Morning painted rose -- Idle his Vermillion Aimlessly crept the Glows Over Realms of Orchards ...
A Word dropped careless on a Page May stimulate an eye When folded in perpetual seam The Wrinkled Maker lie ...
A narrow Fellow in the Grass Occasionally rides -- You may have met Him -- did you not His notice ...
Even tonight will pass into memory's oblivion, doomed, despite an ardent reunion of once estranged yet precisely matched parts, to ...
Don't talk to me of War or stalk the ground our fabled soldiers died upon, I'm sound of limb and ...
I Before I grew this spacesuit I was trim. I saw it in a doctor's report: "The subject is an ...
Behind faces and gestures We remain mute And spoken words heavy With what we ignore or keep silent Betray us ...
Some say that Guy of Warwick The man that killed the Cow, And brake the mighty Boar alive Beyond the ...
Revolving in their destin'd sphere, The hours begin another year As rapidly to fly; Ah! think, Maria, (e'er in grey ...
The Hunting The Bellman looked uffish, and wrinkled his brow. "If only you'd spoken before! It's excessively awkward to mention ...
I There was an ancient City, stricken down With a strange frenzy, and for many a day They paced from ...
Little Birds are dining Warily and well, Hid in mossy cell: Hid, I say, by waiters Gorgeous in their gaiters ...
Dedication Inscribed to a dear Child: in memory of golden summer hours and whispers of a summer sea. Girt with ...
How agreeable it is not to be touring Italy this summer, wandering her cities and ascending her torrid hilltowns. How ...
( A Poem in Remembrance) Bhaskar Roy Barman Jimmy, a black, snub-nosed bitch, a jaw shoved out, your eyes throwing ...
Behind faces and gestures We remain mute And spoken words heavy With what we ignore or keep silent Betray us ...
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