Carol of Words. (Walt Whitman Poems)
1 EARTH, round, rolling, compact-suns, moons, animals-all these are words to be said; Watery, vegetable, sauroid advances-beings, premonitions, lispings of ...
1 EARTH, round, rolling, compact-suns, moons, animals-all these are words to be said; Watery, vegetable, sauroid advances-beings, premonitions, lispings of ...
The eyelids meet. He'll catch a little nap. The grizzled, crew-cut head drops to his chest. It shakes above the ...
for J.L.D. Why should we do this? What good is it to us? Above all, how can we do such ...
And how can I, born in evil days And fresh from failure, ask a kindness of Fate? -- Written A.D. ...
In elder days, in Saturn's prime, Ere baldness seized the head of Time, While truant Jove, in infant pride, Play'd ...
For Brenda Williams La lune diminue; divin septembre. Divine September the moon wanes. Pierre Jean Jouve Themes for poems and ...
Alone in Sutton with Fynbos my orange cat A long weekend of wind and rain drowning The tumultuous flurry of ...
The women are all wearing imitation silk scarves, Blackpool or Biarritz, sipping Woman, masticating The morning's post, new babies and ...
To the Sea, to the Sea! The white gulls are crying, The wind is blowing, and the white foam is ...
Clearly the blue river chimes in its flowing Under my eye; Warmly and broadly the south winds are blowing Over ...
Now, scarce three paces measured from the mound, We stumbled on a stationary voice, And 'Stand, who goes?' 'Two from ...
Until tonight they were separate specialties, different stories, the best of their own worst. Riding my warm cabin home, I ...
"little soul, little flirting, little perverse one where are you off to now? little wan one, firm one little exposed ...
1 We are reading the story of our lives which takes place in a room. The room looks out on ...
The truth is dark under your eyelids. What are you going to do about it? The birds are silent; there's ...
Oh how it would enable me To titillate my vanity If you should choose to label me A Poet of ...
No man can be a failure if he thinks he's a success; he may not own his roof-tree overhead, He ...
This is the law of the Yukon, and ever she makes it plain: "Send not your foolish and feeble; send ...
In Wall Street once a potent power, And now a multi-millionaire Alone within a shady bower In clothes his valet ...
Pines against the sky, Pluming the purple hill; Pines . . . and I wonder why, Heart, you quicken and ...
Say! You've struck a heap of trouble -- Bust in business, lost your wife; No one cares a cent about ...
There's a four-pronged buck a-swinging in the shadow of my cabin, And it roamed the velvet valley till to-day; But ...
I never asked you to be perfect-did I?- Though often I've called you sweet, in the invasion Of mastering love. ...
Somehow the skies don't seem so blue As they used to be; Blossoms have a fainter hue, Grass less green ...
You ask me what I call Success - It is, I wonder, Happiness? It is not wealth, it is not ...
Oh, I was born a lyric babe (That last word is a bore - It's only rhyme is astrolabe," Whose ...
ROSALIND, HELEN, and her Child. SCENE. The Shore of the Lake of Como. HELEN Come hither, my sweet Rosalind. 'T ...
Away, melancholy, Away with it, let it go. Are not the trees green, The earth as green? Does not the ...
A woman's face with Nature's own hand painted Hast thou, the master-mistress of my passion; A woman's gentle heart, but ...
A woman's face with Nature's own hand painted Hast thou, the master-mistress of my passion; A woman's gentle heart, but ...
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