Poem (The lump of coal my parents teased) (William Matthews Poems)
The lump of coal my parents teased I'd find in my Christmas stocking turned out each year to be an ...
The lump of coal my parents teased I'd find in my Christmas stocking turned out each year to be an ...
Fairest! put on a while These pinions of light I bring thee, And o'er thy own green isle In fancy ...
"Here we dwell, in holiest bowers, Where angels of light o'er our orisans bend; Where sighs of devotion and breathings ...
Silent, oh Moyle, be the roar of thy water, Break not, ye breezes, your chain of repose, While, murmuring mournfully, ...
The young May moon is beaming, love. The glow-worm's lamp is gleaming, love. How sweet to rove, Through Morna's grove, ...
Tis the last rose of summer Left blooming alone; All her lovely companions Are faded and gone: No flower of ...
O Merlin in your crystal cave Deep in the diamond of the day, Will there ever be a singer Whose ...
Sleeping together... how tired you were... How warm our room... how the firelight spread On walls and ceiling and great ...
As one who in his journey bates at noon, Though bent on speed; so here the Arch-Angel paused Betwixt the ...
The Angel ended, and in Adam's ear So charming left his voice, that he a while Thought him still speaking, ...
All I could see from where I stood Was three long mountains and a wood; I turned and looked another ...
Down, you mongrel, Death! Back into your kennel! I have stolen breath In a stalk of fennel! You shall scratch ...
When we are old and these rejoicing veins Are frosty channels to a muted stream, And out of all our ...
It is true, our tribe is similar to the bees, It gathers honey of wisdom, carries it, stores it in ...
Where are Elmer, Herman, Bert, Tom, and Charley, The weak of will, the strong of arm, the clown, the boozer, ...
No more of talk where God or Angel guest With Man, as with his friend, familiar us'd, To sit indulgent, ...
--The Carpathian Frontier, October, 1968 --for my brother Once, in a foreign country, I was suddenly ill. I was driving ...
Am I waking, am I sleeping? As the first faint dawn comes creeping Thro' the pane, I am aware Of ...
Through the pregnant universe rumbles life's terrific thunder, And Earth's bowels quake with terror; strange and terrible storms break, Lightning-torches ...
Too green the springing April grass, Too blue the silver-speckled sky, For me to linger here, alas, While happy winds ...
Lovely dainty Spanish needle With your yellow flower and white, Dew bedecked and softly sleeping, Do you think of me ...
Last night as I was sleeping, I dreamt-marvelous error!- that a spring was breaking out in my heart. I said: ...
Of Man's first disobedience, and the fruit Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste Brought death into the World, and ...
Out of the darkness, fretted sometimes in its sleeping, Jets of sparks in fountains of blue come leaping To sight, ...
The earth again like a ship steams out of the dark sea over The edge of the blue, and the ...
A blue jay poses on a stake meant to support an apple tree newly planted. A strong wind on this ...
The whole world on a raft! A King is here, The record of his grandeur but a smear. Is it ...
Frowning, the owl in the oak complained him Sore, that the song of the robin restrained him Wrongly of slumber, ...
"O Trade! O Trade! would thou wert dead! The Time needs heart -- 'tis tired of head: We're all for ...
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