Illusions (Dimitris P. Kraniotis Poem)
Noiseless wrinkles on our forehead the frontiers of history, shed oblique glances at Homer's verses. Illusions full of guilt redeem ...
Noiseless wrinkles on our forehead the frontiers of history, shed oblique glances at Homer's verses. Illusions full of guilt redeem ...
Unmanageable as history: these Followers of Tammuz to the land That offered no return, where dust Grew thick on every ...
(For Robert Cortez Holliday) If I should live in a forest And sleep underneath a tree, No grove of impudent ...
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
It was the pleasant season yet, When the stones at cottage doors Dry quickly, while the roads are wet, After ...
(Maidens' song from St. Winefred's Well) THE LEADEN ECHO How to kéep-is there ány any, is there none such, nowhere ...
Wrinkles no more are, or no less, Than beauty turn'd to sourness. (Robert Herrick)
------ What we sing in company Soon from heart to heart will fly. ----- THE Gesellige Lieder, which I have ...
Nothing to say to all those marriages! She had made three herself to three of his. The score was even ...
An elephant went to bed and pulled a crazy quilt up under its tusks. But just as the great gray ...
(The Dry Salvages-presumably les trois sauvages-is a small group of rocks, with a beacon, off the N.E. coast of Cape ...
I In my beginning is my end. In succession Houses rise and fall, crumble, are extended, Are removed, destroyed, restored, ...
Whilst thus my pen strives to eternize thee, Age rules my lines with wrinkles in my face, Where in the ...
There's nothing grieves me, but that Age should haste, That in my days I may not see thee old, That ...
I IN EXCELSIS Two dwellings, Peace, are thine. One is the mountain-height, Uplifted in the loneliness of light Beyond the ...
No spring nor summer Beauty hath such grace As I have seen in one autumnall face. Young beauties force our ...
It sifts from Leaden Sieves -- It powders all the Wood. It fills with Alabaster Wool The Wrinkles of the ...
Under what withering leprous light The very grass as hair is grey, Grass in the cracks of the paven courts ...
This Sycamore, oft musical with bees,-- Such tents the Patriarchs loved ! O long unharmed May all its ag?d boughs ...
The Renaissance men are aging now, having survived Industrialization's Original Sin and the Information Age flood; The need for specialization ...
The sort of girl I like to see Smiles down from her great height at me. She stands in strong, ...
"Ah, did you once see Shelley plain?" -- Browning. "Shelley? Oh, yes, I saw him often then," The old man ...
WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA PEACE In San Francisco around Easter time last year, they had a trout fishing ...
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
ANGEL of gaiety, have you tasted grief? Shame and remorse and sobs and weary spite, And the vague terrors of ...
THE SIMPLE Bard, rough at the rustic plough, Learning his tuneful trade from ev'ry bough; The chanting linnet, or the ...
Man looking into the sea, taking the view from those who have as much right to it as you have ...
I. Sunrise. In my sleep I was fain of their fellowship, fain Of the live-oak, the marsh, and the main. ...
Light rain-drops fall and wrinkle the sea, Then vanish, and die utterly. One would not know that rain-drops fell If ...
Chapter I. Once on a time, a Dawn, all red and bright Leapt on the conquered ramparts of the Night, ...
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