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 ...
ITHE wild bee sips at the heat-drugged lipsOf the passionless lily a-nod;The sunflowers stare through the hush at the glareOf ...
BROTHER, Brother calling meLike a distant surfy sea,Like a wind that moans and grievesAll night long about the eaves;Let me ...
TOO long mere words have thralled us. Let us think!Oh ponder, are we "free and equal" yet?That July bombast, writ ...
IYOU wish to be a poet, Little Man?More verses limping 'neath their big intent?Well — one must be a poet ...
OH, there are those, a sordid clan,With pride in gaud and faith in gold,Who prize the sacred soul of manFor ...
More than half beaten, but fearless,Facing the storm and the night;Breathless and reeling but tearless,Here in the lull of the ...
I do not pray for peace nor ease,Nor truce from sorrow:No suppliant on servile kneesBegs here against to-morrow!Lean flame against ...
TREMBLE before thy chattels,Lords of the scheme of things!Fighters of all earth's battles,Ours is the might of kings!Guided by seers ...
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