The Poet’s Town (John Gneisenau Neihardt Poems)
I'MID glad green miles of tillageAnd fields where cattle graze,A prosy little village,You drowse away the days.And yet — a ...
I'MID glad green miles of tillageAnd fields where cattle graze,A prosy little village,You drowse away the days.And yet — a ...
GLAUCUS, the fisher, sat his tossing craft:The sun was dying on the Roman lake,And, save where Day, departing, grimly laughed,The ...
ITHE wild bee sips at the heat-drugged lipsOf the passionless lily a-nod;The sunflowers stare through the hush at the glareOf ...
YEARLY thrilled the plum treeWith the mother-mood;Every June the rose stockBore her wonder-child:Every year the wheatlandsReared a golden brood:World of ...
TOO long mere words have thralled us. Let us think!Oh ponder, are we "free and equal" yet?That July bombast, writ ...
Yearly thrilled the plum treeWith the mother-mood;Every June the rose stockBore her wonder-child:Every year the wheatlandsReared a golden brood:World of ...
IYOU wish to be a poet, Little Man?More verses limping 'neath their big intent?Well — one must be a poet ...
More than half beaten, but fearless,Facing the storm and the night;Breathless and reeling but tearless,Here in the lull of the ...
Distant as a dream's flight,Lay an eerie plain,Where the weary moonlightSwooned into a moan;Wailing after dead seedCame the ghost of ...
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