Rain (Edward Thomas Poems)
Rain, midnight rain, nothing but the wild rain On this bleak hut, and solitude, and me Remembering again that I ...
Rain, midnight rain, nothing but the wild rain On this bleak hut, and solitude, and me Remembering again that I ...
By circumstances fed Which divide attention Among the living and the dead, Under the blooms of the blossoming sun, The ...
That some day, emerging at last from the terrifying vision I may burst into jubilant praise to assenting angels! That ...
You know the old story Ann Landers tells About the houseife in her basement doing the wash? She's wearing her ...
This, then, is she, My mother as she looked at seventeen, When she first met my father. Young incredibly, Younger ...
I rise when I please, when I please I lie down, Nor seek, what I care not a rush for, ...
This institution, perhaps one should say enterprise out of respect for which one says one need not change one's mind ...
Oh the green glimmer of apples in the orchard, Lamps in a wash of rain! Oh the wet walk of ...
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