Prevailing Winds (Lee Anderson2 Poems)
IThe bland many-eyed wallsof skyscrapers and the modestin-between brownstone housesshall not bruise the thrust of his rapier spiritrather the artist ...
IThe bland many-eyed wallsof skyscrapers and the modestin-between brownstone housesshall not bruise the thrust of his rapier spiritrather the artist ...
HERE by this midland lake, the sand-shored waterThat pulses with no sea-tide heart, where the grainOf a nation pauses on ...
Dramatis Personae.Werner--Misanthrope.Manuel--a cottager.Albert--his son.Rebecca--wife to Manuel.Rose--his daughter.Spirits.An aerial chorus.A fountain near the summit of a mountain, from which, through adeep ...
While thus a mind humane, and wise, he shows,All-eloquent of truth his language flows.Youth, tho' depress'd, thro' all his form ...
How calm and beautiful the frosty nightHas stolen unnoticed like the hush of sleepO'er Grassmere-vale! Beneath the mellowing lightHow sinks ...
For the Sovereignty of the Island of Barbados.WHERE high Olympus lifts his head in clouds,And his majestic form in darkness ...
Only the Lowland tongue of Scotland mightRehearse this little tragedy aright;Let me attempt it with an English quill;And take, O ...
THE hand of carnival was at my door,I listened to its knocking, and sped down:Faith was forgotten, Duty led no ...
IOf men, nay beasts; worse, monsters; worst of all,Incarnate fiends, English Italianate;Of priests, O no! mass-priests, priests-cannibal,Who make their Maker, ...
HE.Halt here awhile. That mossy-cushioned seatIs for your queenliness a natural throne;As I am fitly couched on this low sward,Here ...
Weep!--for the wrath of God is over us!Weep!--for his arm is lifted to destroy!Famine hath thinned the land! in Autumn's ...
TO charms and philters, secret spells and prayers,How many round attribute all their cares!In these howe'er I never can believe,And ...
It is a summer evening, calm and fair,A warm, yet freshening glow is in the air;Along its bank, the cool ...
When I am buried, all my thoughts and acts Will be reduced to lists of dates and facts, And long before this ...
BOOK I.I.I sing the Cross!—Ye white-robed angel choirs,Who know the chords of harmony to sweep,Ye who o'er holy David's varying ...
O let the soul her slumbers break,Let thought be quickened, and awake;Awake to seeHow soon this life is past and ...
From Virtue's paths, when hapless men depart,The first avenger is the culprit's heart;There sits a judge, from whose severe decreeNo ...
A 29-year-old stewardess fell ... to her death tonight when she was swept through an emergency door that suddenly sprang ...
Call the strange spirit that abides unseenIn wilds, and wastes, and shaggy solitudes,And bid his dim hand lead thee through ...
At the foot of the mountain heightWhere is perched Castel Cuille,When the apple, the plum, and the almond treeIn the ...
Thus free our social time from morning flows,Till rising shades attempt the day to close.Thus my new friend: Behold the ...
Once on a timeThere was a little boy: a master-mageBy virtue of a BookOf magic--O, so magical it filledHis life ...
I've aften been thinkin', whan sittin' alane,Blin', dowie, an' cowerin' upon the hearth stane,On places an' faces I ken'd o' ...
I, Louis Marin, mariner, born on the Breton coast, Must pass from earth away, And, because wild remorse Pursues me--is my curse, My guilty ...
WINTER _We, whom God sets a task, Striving, who ne'er attain, We are the curst!--who ask Death, and still ask in vain. We, whom God ...
Snakeskin jacketIndian eyesBrilliant hairHe moves in disturbedNile insectAir~~~You parade thru the soft summerWe watch your eager rifle decayYour wildernessYour teeming ...
Somewhere in India, upon a time,(Read it not Injah, or you spoil the verse,) There dwelt two saints whose privilege sublimeIt ...
Flood.See Deluge.-- Eridanus supreme of FloodsRush'd thro' the Forests, tore the lofty Woods,And rolling onward with a sweepy Sway,Bore Houses, ...
Can it be the sun descendingO'er the level plain of water?Or the Red Swan floating, flying,Wounded by the magic arrow,Staining ...
HENRY,AGED EIGHT YEARS.Yellow leaves, how fast they flutter—woodland hollows thickly strewing, Where the wan October sunbeams scantly in the mid-day win,While ...
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