At The Grave Of The Unknown Dutch Soldier Who Died During The Days Of May, 1940 (Martinus Nijhoff Poems)
This grave is everything that on Dutch soilremains for us to call Holland;only here does the flag wave and the ...
This grave is everything that on Dutch soilremains for us to call Holland;only here does the flag wave and the ...
There is no transcience of twilight in The beauty of your soft dusk-dimpled face, No flicker of a slender flame in space,In ...
The guilt is not in you, I'm from another world.A child of dusty dreams, your mother is the earth.You are ...
Why did he promise methat we would build ourselvesan ark all by ourselvesout in back of the houseon New York ...
Evening sunshine neverSolace to my window bears,Morning sunshine elsewhere fares;-Here are shadows ever.Sunshine freely falling,Wilt thou not my chamber find?Here ...
The earth, late chok'd with showers,Is now array'd in green,Her bosom springs with flowers,The air dissolves her teen;The heavens laugh ...
See, the grass is full of stars, Fallen in their brightness; Hearts they have of shining gold, Rays of shining whiteness. Buttercups have honeyed hearts, Bees they love the clover, But I love the daisies' dance All the meadow over. Blow, O blow, you happy winds, Singing summer's praises, Up the field and down the field A-dancing with the daisies. (Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall)
This much, O heaven-if I should brood or rave,Pity me not; but let the world be fed,Yea, in my madness ...
Out beyond the sunset could I but find the way,Is a sleepy blue laguna which widens to a bay,And there's ...
Look, how those steep woods on the mountain's face Burn, burn against the sunset; now the cold Invades our very noon: the ...
THE CHIME of a bell of gold That flutters across the air, The sound of a singing of old, The ...
The merciless fire devouredThe house of my childhood games.I needed to overcome sorrow,And sailed on the golden-mast boat.I played on ...
NOW all my singing Dreams are gone,But none knows where they have fledNor by what trails they have left me.Return, ...
Once to old Erin of the singing streamsI went upon the wings of dreams,And it was night of cloud and ...
Must we cultivate our kindness? Can webook a fellow-feeling for the sake of the fellow,not the Ghost? Last night, for ...
A SINGLE branch of flaming red, A branch of tawny yellowAnd every branch in gorgeousness A rival of its fellow;Some russet brown ...
A sky that has never known sun, moon or stars,A sky that is like a dead, kind face,Would have the ...
She stood between two gold pillars;Behind her lay a misty field,And sunlight smote with great splendorAthwart her silver shield.From her ...
O Winter! frozen pulse and heart of fire,What loss is theirs who from thy kingdom turnDismayed, and think thy snow ...
THE moon upon the wide seaPlacidly looks down,Smiling with her mild face,Though the ocean frown.Clouds may dim her brightness,But soon ...
The linnet is here, and the lark, and the yellowhammer,And the thrush that sings so clear at the break of ...
He who hath announced me.He who hath said, "This is enough,"When he hath lain his handsUpon the cloth of the ...
the quiet skies:And from the west,Where the sun, his day's work ended,Lingers as in content,There falls on the old, gray ...
Lord, I have uplifted my lute,And struck a chord,But the earth, the earth was unmindful.The music of my lay becameA ...
Frost in the air and music in the air,And the singing is sweet in the street.She wakes from a dream ...
Last year I heard the songs of birds,And heard the trumpets of the bees.I caught the winding river's words,And clutched ...
The sky to me did never speak, The sea rolled ever dumb,--Of him beneath whose wondrous power, Their mystic forms had come.The ...
Would some little joy to-dayVisit us, heart!Could it but a moment stay,Then depart,With the flutter of its wingsStirring sense of ...
Naturally it is night.Under the overturned lute with itsOne string I am going my wayWhich has a strange sound.This way ...
The world has praised your leafy songs,And you, in singing them, have madeRich folk forget their gains and wrongsAnd poor ...
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