Purple Asters (Hilda Conkling Poems)
It isn't alone the astersIn my garden,It is the butterflies gleamingLike crowns of kings and queens!It isn't alone purpleand blue ...
It isn't alone the astersIn my garden,It is the butterflies gleamingLike crowns of kings and queens!It isn't alone purpleand blue ...
It was March.A windBlew. Sudden flowersOpened in the sea'sGarden; a white birdStooped to them. From the townAt the sea's edgeVoices,Frightening ...
See the fur coats go by!The morning is like the inside of a snow-apple.I will curl myself cushion-shapeOn the window-seat;I ...
I GIVE you Life, O child, a garden fair;I give you Love, a rose that blossoms there--I give a day ...
A pitcher of mignonetteIn a tenement's highest casement,-Queer sort of flower-pot-yetThat pitcher of mignonetteIs a garden in heaven set,To the ...
Oh, beautiful are the flowers of your garden,The flowers of your garden are fair:Blue flowers of your eyesAnd dusk flower ...
Promise of Life made through that holy seede,Adam he calls her Heuah, dame of Life:Then God to let them haue ...
My God, the garden and its jasmines has been pleateduntil it's no larger than a happy little hand, playingwith the ...
O little plum tree in the garden, you'reAflower again,With memories of a million springs and myBrief years of pain.O little ...
I would that sorrow were notA common lot. I would that sheMight never fellow with all creation.I am jealous. To ...
When I am deadBring me no roses white.Nor lilies spotlessAnd immaculate,But from the garden roses red,Roses full blownAnd by the ...
Do the blossoms come and goAs the waters ebb and flow?Or, as stars, the livelong year,Are they ever blooming hereIn ...
In the garden the chrysanthemums were dyinglike desires when you came. Calmlyyou laughed, like little white flowers.Silent, I made a ...
Hedge, that divides the lovelyGarden, and myself from me,Never in you so fair a rose I seeAs she who is ...
Standing in a gardenin hot sunsipping a mediocre wine;talk talk talk.A procession needs time to form,on the Embankment, in Hyde ...
Old plant of Asia -Mutilated vineHolding earth's leaping sapIn every stem and shootThat lopped off, sprouts again -Why should you ...
Winter garden,the moon thinned to a thread, insects singing. Translated by Robert Hass (Matsuo Basho)
In vain to seal the sepulchreThe Pilate Death commands;For, lo, again his prisonerWithin the garden stands. (John Bannister Tabb)
lifting my head,I look now and then-the garden clover(Masaoka Shiki)
A stray catexcretingin the winter garden.(Masaoka Shiki)
a jumble offlowers planted-see, the little garden!(Masaoka Shiki)
A Microcosm In Terza RimaI.Quiet I lay at last, and knew no moreWhether I breathed or not, so worn I ...
PART I IUNDER the shade of convent towers, Where fast and vigil mark the hours, From childhood ...
Two little children played among the flowers,Their mothers were of kin, tho' far apart;The children's ages were the very sameE'en ...
TO THEM THAT MOURNLet your tears flow; let your sad sighs have scope;Only take heed they fan, they water Hope.A ...
"'There sinks the nebulous star we call the Sun,If that hypothesis of theirs be sound'Said Ida; 'let us down and ...
Now, when our Lord was come to eighteen years,The King commanded that there should be builtThree stately houses, one of ...
Scene I.A Garden on the banks of the Thames, at Fulham, behind the Wynnes' lodgings. Time, evening. Moon and starlight. ...
In that same moment when at Kohath's gate Paused the bright phantom--chariot,--to the eye Of Sethos, riding moodily alone, Appeared ...
Thou, run to the dry on this wayside bank,Too plainly of all the propellers bereft!Quenched youth, and is that thy ...
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