The Hours (John Peale Bishop Poems)
In the real dark night of the soul it is always threeo'clock in the morning. F. SCOTT FITZGERALDIALL day, knowing ...
John Peale Bishop Poems (6 Poems)
Speaking Of Poetry (John Peale Bishop Poems)
The ceremony must be foundthat will wed Desdemona to the huge Moor.It is not enoughto win the approval of the ...
The Return (John Peale Bishop Poems)
NIGHT and we heard heavy cadenced hoofbeatsOf troops departing; the last cohorts leftBy the North Gate. That night some listened ...
Fiametta (John Peale Bishop Poems)
FIAMETTA walks under the quincebudsIn a gown the color of flowers;Her small breasts shine through the silken stuffLike raindrops after ...
A Recollection (John Peale Bishop Poems)
Famously she descended, her red hairUnbound and bronzed by sea-reflections, caughtCrinkled with sea-pearls. The fine slender tautKnees that let down ...
Admonition (John Peale Bishop Poems)
LOCK your bedroom doors with terror.Comb your hair between two lights.In the gold Venetian chamberBut for them let all be ...