The Comrade (Donald Marquis Poems)
HATH not man at his noblest An air of something more than man? -- A hint of grace immortal, Born ...
HATH not man at his noblest An air of something more than man? -- A hint of grace immortal, Born ...
I STILL remember how she moved Among the rathe, wild blooms she loved, (When Spring came tip-toe down the slopes, ...
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YOUTH is the season of revolt; at twenty-fiveWe curse the reigning politicians,Wondering that any man aliveStands for such damnable conditions.Whatever ...
PEARL-SLASHED and purple and crimson and fringed with gray mist of the hills, The pennons of morning advance to the ...
We stood among the boats and nets . . . We marked the risen moon Walk swaying o'er the trembling ...
A is for Tarsus. The current short skirtsDo not conceal it, which pleases the flirts. B is the letter for ...
DICKENS"The only book that the party had was a volume of Dickens. During the six months that they lay in ...
Pop Montague's old brain was wried Through all its convolutions With constant thoughts of Homicide And kindred institutions. White-haired Giuseppi ...
Dead priests that have sung when the world was young at Mercury's temple-place,Your myth, it was true. It is born ...
BETTER a pauper, penniless, asleep on the kindly sod -- Better a gipsy, houseless, but near to the heart of ...
THEY haunt me, they tease me with hinted Withheld revelations, The songs that I may not utter; They lead me, ...
Put by the sword (a dreamer saith), The years of peace draw nigh! Already the millennial dawn Makes red the ...
My dust in ruined Babylon Is blown along the level plain, And songs of mine at dawn have soared Above ...
A GHOST is the freak of a sick man's brain? Then why do ye start and shiver so? That's the ...
WHERE tides of tossed wistaria bloom Foam up in purple turbulence, Where twining boughs have built a room And wing'd ...
THE steam, the reek, the fume, of prayer Blown outward for a million years, Becomes a mist between the spheres, ...
IT shifts and shifts from form to form, It drifts and darkles, gleams and glows; It is the passion of ...
HELD and thrilled by the vision I stood, as the twilight died, Where the great bridge soars like a song ...
MUCH listening through the silences, Much staring through the night, And lo! the dumb blind distances Are bridged with speech ...
God never plucks me by the sleeve And begs for my advice, And since He doesn't all His works Leave ...
WE are deceived by the shadow, we see not the substance of things. For the hills are less solid than ...
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