AN ELEGY Upon Prince Henry’s death. (Henry King Poems)
Keep station Nature, and rest Heaven sureOn thy supporters shoulders, left past cure,Thou dasht in ruine fall by a griefs ...
Keep station Nature, and rest Heaven sureOn thy supporters shoulders, left past cure,Thou dasht in ruine fall by a griefs ...
I heard from people after the shootings. PeopleI knew well or barely or not at all. Largelythe same message: how ...
When he finds his wife in bed with another man--The conservative politician feels an ache in his stomach,remembers the longanisa ...
And of me say the fools:I entered the lodges of womenAnd never left.And they call for my hanging,Because about the ...
Now I become myself. It's takenTime, many years and places;I have been dissolved and shaken,Worn other people's faces,Run madly, as ...
(With apologies to a beautiful poem.) Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe decrease By cautious birth-control and die in peace) Mellow with learning ...
Sunflowers beside the railroad tracks,sunflowers giving back the beauty God gave youto one lonely travelerwho spies you from a train ...
I don't want to be writing poems.Don't believe there's joy in that. It is false.I would like to be kneading ...
You are the apple of my eye,My heart's delight:I am remote from my valley,To me you are the Burning Bush ...
So the last poem is laid flat in its place,And Crickley with Crucifix Comer leaves from my faceElizabethans and night-working ...
Creator Spirit uncreatedSails on fleet waves far away,Worlds heave, Lives are generated,His Eye spans Eternity.All inspiriting reigns his Countenance,In its ...
A SENTIMENTThis "sentiment" was read on the same occasion as the "Family Record,"which immediately follows it. The latter poem is ...
All night I dreamed of my home,of the roads that are so longand straight they die in the middle-among the ...
The sunburnt ---- stockman stoodAnd, in a dismal ---- mood,Apostrophized his ---- cuddy;'The ---- nag's no ---- good,He couldn't earn ...
Elliot Ray Neiderland, home from collegeone winter, hauling a load of Herefordsfrom Hogtown to Guymon with a pint ofEzra Brooks ...
A Poem: Or Extracts from the Diary of an Officer in the East.Farewell To England.TEN thousand blessings rest upon the ...
And it was at that age… Poetry arrivedin search of me. I don't know, I don't know whereit came from, ...
To gaze at a river made of time and waterAnd remember Time is another river.To know we stray like a ...
_To the Author upon the sight of the first sheet of his Book._ My worthy friend, I am much pleas'd to ...
Detested by both men and gods,like nobles who have bitterly decayed,the Verlaines wither; wealth remainsto them, of rich and silvery ...
Is there the theme of a poem among fading memories,Among the happy memories of childhood innocence,When the heart was full ...
It's good to have chosenA living homeAnd housed timeIn a ceaseless heartAnd seen my handsAlight on the world,As on an ...
The fierce musical cries of a couple of sparrowhawks huntingon the headland,Hovering and darting, their heads northwestward,Prick like silver arrows ...
I've had my share of necessary losses,Of dreams I know no longer can come true.I'm done now with the whys ...
It was formerly believed, on a sea-battered shorethough the storm at home blasted,that in the distant west there still lay ...
It is fear, it is threat not to speak of,It is standing on the threshold of pain,It is the figure ...
This night is irredeemable.Where you are, it is still bright.At the gates of Jerusalem,a black sun is alight.The yellow sun ...
I have not seen her face, and yet She is more sweet than any thing Of Earth--than rose or violet That Mayday winds ...
My poem would eat nothing.I tried giving it waterbut it said no, worrying me.Day after day,I held it up to the ...
This night is irredeemable.Where you are, it is still bright.At the gates of Jerusalem,a black sun is alight.The yellow sun ...
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