Autumn: To My Mother (Jean Starr Untermeyer Poems)
How memory cuts away the years,And how clean the picture comesOf autumn days, brisk and busy;Charged with keen sunshine.And you, ...
How memory cuts away the years,And how clean the picture comesOf autumn days, brisk and busy;Charged with keen sunshine.And you, ...
Since the earliest days I have dressed myselfIn fanciful clothes;Trying to satisfy a whispering insistence.There was so much I dared ...
Wind and wave and the swinging rope Were calling me last night; None to save and little hope, No inner light. Each snarling lash ...
(Malipiero: _Impressioni Dal Vero_) Across the hot square, where the barbaric sun Pours coarse laughter on the crowds, Trumpets throw their loud nooses From ...
They say I have a constant heart, who know Not anything of how it turns and yields First here, first there; nor ...
"Isn't it quaint," he turned and said to me,"To watch these village people at the fair?"But I had seen too ...
I stand between them and the outer winds, But I am a crumbling wall. They told me they could bear the blast ...
I edged back against the night.The sea growled assault on the wave-bitten shore.And the breakers,Like young and impatient hounds,Sprang, with ...
Plow not nor plant this arid mound. Here is no sap for seed, No ferment for your need-- Ungrateful ground! No sun can warm ...
Temper my spirit, oh Lord,Burn out its alloy,And make it a pliant steel for thy wielding,Not a clumsy toy,A blunt, ...
When an old man walks with lowered head And eyes that do not seem to see, I wonder does he ponder on The ...
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