London Excursion (John Gould Fletcher Poems)
'BusGREAT walls of green,City that is afar.We gallop alongAlert and penetrating,Roads open about us,Housetops keep at a distance.Soft-curling tendrils,Swim backwards ...
'BusGREAT walls of green,City that is afar.We gallop alongAlert and penetrating,Roads open about us,Housetops keep at a distance.Soft-curling tendrils,Swim backwards ...
IFORLORN and white,Whorls of purity about a golden chalice,Immense the peoniesFlare and shatter their petals over my face.They slowly turn ...
To Thomas HardyIOff the long headland, threshed about by round-backed breakers,There is a black rock, standing high at the full ...
ITHE DARKNESS rolls upward. The thick darkness carries with it Rain and a ravel of cloud. The sun comes forth upon earth. Palely the ...
IThe glittering leaves of the rhododendronsBalance and vibrate in the cool air;While in the sky above themWhite clouds chase each ...
ILike a gaunt, scraggly pine Which lifts its head above the mournful sandhills; And patiently, through dull years of bitter ...
IThe spattering of the rain upon pale terracesOf afternoon is like the passing of a dreamAmid the roses shuddering 'gainst ...
By an alley lined with tumble-down shacks, And street-lamps askew, half-sputtering, Feebly glimmering on gutters choked with filth, and dogs Scratching their mangy ...
By an alley lined with tumble-down shacks,And street-lamps askew, half-sputtering,Feebly glimmering on gutters choked with filth, and dogsScratching their mangy ...
After ten thousand centuries have gone, Man will ascend the last long pass to know That all the summits which he saw ...
Higher and still more high, Palaces made for cloud, Above the dingy city-roofs Blue-white like angels with broad wings, Pillars of the sky at ...
The huge red-buttressed mesa over yonder Is merely a far-off temple where the sleepy sun is burning Its altar fires of pinyon ...
If the autumn ended Ere the birds flew southward, If in the cold with weary throats They vainly strove to sing, Winter would be ...
At the first hour, it was as if one said, "Arise."At the second hour, it was as if one said, ...
Over the scattered trees, over the sunbrowned meadow,The bells wove their rhythm of delicate, proud, airborne music;Fragments of lacework through ...
The huge red-buttressed mesa over yonderIs merely a far-off temple where the sleepy sun is burningIts altar fires of pinyon ...
My mind is a puddle in the street reflecting green Sirius; In thick dark groves trees huddle lifting their branches like beckoning ...
The rain drives, drives endlessly, Heavy threads of rain; The wind beats at the shutters, The surf drums on the shore; Drunken telegraph poles ...
This rock, too, was a word; A word of flame and force when that which hurled The stars into their places in ...
II only live in the light:Let there be light for me,Or let the night come soon!IIWinter,-Summer's rainbow-mantle of colour fadesBack, ...
Blake sawAngels in a London street;God the Father on a hill,Christ before a tavern door.Blake sawAll these shapes, and more.Blake ...
Tie a bandage over his eyes, And at his feet Let rifles drearily patter Their death-prayers of defeat. Throw a blanket over his body, It ...
Sea-violins are playing on the sands; Curved bows of blue and white are flying over the pebbles, See them attack the chords--dark ...
Let the winds come, And bury our feet in the sands of seven deserts; Let strong breezes rise, Washing our ears with the ...
A hundred miles of landscape spread before me like a fan; Hills behind naked hills, bronze light of evening on them ...
Black swallows swooping or gliding In a flurry of entangled loops and curves; The skaters skim over the frozen river. ...
Ask me no more but love,-- See, the west is all roses! --Darkness comes down from above;No more -- the ...
At the first hour, it was as if one said, "Arise." At the second hour, it was as if one ...
I Like a gaunt, scraggly pine Which lifts its head above the mournful sandhills; And patiently, through dull years of ...
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