The Lambs on the Boulder (James Wright Poems)
I hear that the Commune di Padova has an exhibition of master- pieces from Giotto to Mantegna. Giotto is the ...
I hear that the Commune di Padova has an exhibition of master- pieces from Giotto to Mantegna. Giotto is the ...
The twilight falls; I soften the dusting feathers,And clean again.The house has lain and moldered for three days.The windows smeared ...
to John Logan 1I wonder how many old men last winterHungry and frightened by namelessness prowledThe Mississippi shoreLashed blind by the ...
Anghiari is medieval, a sleeve sloping down A steep hill, suddenly sweeping out To the edge of a cliff, and ...
Beautiful natural blossoms, Pure delicate body, You stand without trembling. Little mist of fallen starlight, Perfect, beyond my reach, How ...
The moon drops one or two feathers into the fiels. The dark wheat listens. Be still. Now. There they are, ...
Deep into spring, winter is hanging on. Bitter and skillful in his hopelessness, he stays alive in every shady place, ...
for J.L.D. Why should we do this? What good is it to us? Above all, how can we do such ...
After dark Near the South Dakota border, The moon is out hunting, everywhere, Delivering fire, And walking down hallways Of ...
Nightfall, that saw the morning-glories float Tendril and string against the crumbling wall, Nurses him now, his skeleton for grief, ...
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