We Go On Living (Rajzel Zychlinsky Poems)
We go on living on the earththat has taken our blood to quench its thirst.There is a green spring coming---our ...
We go on living on the earththat has taken our blood to quench its thirst.There is a green spring coming---our ...
Would some little joy to-dayVisit us, heart!Could it but a moment stay,Then depart,With the flutter of its wingsStirring sense of ...
Having so rich a treasurey, so fine a hordOf beauty water-bright before my eyes,I plucked the daisy only, simple and ...
I cannot cease to love thee, Coldest fair!Though pleading cannot move thee, And I despair.Thy beauty was diviner, Than the summer moon,And thou ...
Last year I heard the songs of birds,And heard the trumpets of the bees.I caught the winding river's words,And clutched ...
Wanting for their young limbs praise,Their thighs, hips, and saintly breasts,They grow from awkwardness to delight,Their mouths made perfect with ...
And it is spring!There is pale perfume, and unoped buds,Unborn radiances; the half-veiled sun,The soft new clouds, the pale, pale ...
If I were only a little puppy, not your baby, mother dear, wouldyou say "No" to me if I tried ...
To Amy WainwrightThis is the time the boys come home from school, Filling the house with gay and happy noise,Never at ...
Hanging around on the Bridge,Gleefully I watch all of you...Out there, some of you row backwardOr pick mussels off the ...
The sun shines fair on Tweedside, the river flowing bright,Your heart is full of pleasure, your eyes are full of ...
SOOTH'D by the murmurs on the sea-beat shore,His dun-grey plumage floating to the gale,The Curlew blends his melancholy wail With those ...
Tell me, thou mild and melancholy bird, Whence learnedst thou that meditative voice? For all the forest--passages rejoice, And not a note of ...
FOR the fledgeling bird-life stilled,Its wings untaught,Its music all unbilled;For the poet's voiceless thought,The song unsung;For the loving heart unsought;Hope, ...
WHEN, as a lad, at break of day I watched the fishers sail away,My thoughts, like flocking birds, would followAcross the ...
Just as of old sweet Avon winds its way, Embracing yellow corn and meadow land, The harvest moon makes night a sweeter ...
Oh, woods of the west, leafy woods that I love.Where through the long days I have heardThe prayer of the ...
I heard, could be, a Hey there from the wing,and I went on: Miss Bessie soundin goodthat one, that night ...
The world has praised your leafy songs,And you, in singing them, have madeRich folk forget their gains and wrongsAnd poor ...
In summer, when the grass is thick, if Mother has the time,She shows me with her pencil how a poet ...
THE Thrush, the Lark, and, chief, the Nightingale,With one small bird whose name I do not ken,Offered a Mass; the ...
BIRD of the Tropic! thou, who lov'st to strayWhere thy long pinions sweep the sultry Line,Or mark'st the bounds which ...
THOUGH the winds be dank,And the sky be sober,And the grieving DayIn a mantle grayHath let her waiting maiden robe ...
Farewell! It is no sorrowful word.It has never had a pang for me.Sweet as the last song of a bird,Soft ...
In the woods and meadows green,May shines forth so pleasantly,That the lovely prospect thereJoy enough might bring to me:But I ...
The silent shepherdess, She of my vows,Here with me exchanging love Under dim boughs.Shines on our mysteries A sudden spark--"Dout the candle, glow-worm, Let ...
A grace that was lent for a very few hours,By the bountiful Spirit above us;She sleeps like a flower in ...
Like two cathedral towers these stately pines Uplift their fretted summits tipped with cones; The arch beneath them is not built with ...
THE SKILFUL listener, he, methinks, may hearThe grass blades clash in sunny field together,The roses kissing, and the lily, whetherIt ...
He tried to tell them what he felt,could say it only in colours---Sunday's white page shading to greyof evening clocks ...
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