A Poet Of Provence (Jewell Miller Poems)
THE ARRIVALThe sunlight of a waning winter daySent one long ray, aflame, across the gloomWhere Ludovico, Count of Ventimiglia,Bowed his ...
THE ARRIVALThe sunlight of a waning winter daySent one long ray, aflame, across the gloomWhere Ludovico, Count of Ventimiglia,Bowed his ...
Road that passes valleys,(A many-tinted scroll),Dark with pines, gay with blooms,Unwinds beside the sea;Where silver-dusted olives,(A fangled fringe of olives)Sway ...
Construction sets a mighty maypole upCloud-touching tip, base held in granite cup.Instead of romping girls and shouting boys,Damned drilling din ...
Cover them ... cover them, over and overWith blankets of sweet grass and fresh white clover.Cover them ... cover them, ...
All through the night the wind lies still,Curbing the strength of an eager will;Morning finds it humming through the trees ...
O youth, with your eager right hand up-flungAbove Time's level line,With the wine of life in your rippling limbsAnd hope-lit ...
Faintly heard mutterings,Dimly seen flutterings,Crouching forms ... tangled hair,Withered limbs ... visage bare.Groping foot ... earth-bound rootSeek motion: Slowly shoot ...
How shall it be when I go hence? Shall IBear forth the tablets of my day incisedBy my own hand,-- in ...
Something is calling ... calling through the rain,--I heard it first when I was but a child,Careless, among rose-brambles running ...
How long this senseless stone by bound by night,And buffeted by every wind on high,--Then workmen came, they salvaged it; ...
When all the sun-kissed ways are darkAnd silence reigns where laughter ruled,Walk in the silent ways apart ...And by much ...
Sequestered by a wall of sunbaked clay,His bowed head turned to catch the waning lightFrom one high shell he held ...
Spirals fascinate me:They ascendBy such gentle gradations.Little green spiralsOf the vineThat creep softly--Then lay strong holdOn stony crevices,Lifting a great ...
I cannot see the mountains for the fences,Although the hills aspire unto the sky,And this near length of wooden palings ...
Bit by bit, and a wedge between,Piece by piece with the edge unseen.Porphyry for the garden pool,In silver flows the ...
Tattered mendicant,I give you alms ...I toss loose coinInto your palms.I give you largess ...My heavy packInvisibleUpon my back.You finger ...
I know the secretOf a god-given brew ...Foam of ecstacySparkle of dew.But I have no flagon ...I still must yearnFor ...
Deeper than the seaThat has no sounding,Softer than the hushThat comes when all is over,Silent as the feet that seekAnd ...
That which has long lain near the heartCan never be a thing apart.Though usage fade and time retard it,Though life ...
Wakonda,-- unknown Wakonda,Thou who slayeth with Light,See the warrior bendTo propitiate thy might.Gravely now he woos theeWith the Pipe of ...
Our wisdom ripens on a dying vineAnd those unknown shall garner in our store,--For we must wait till Autumn for ...
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