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1. Late, Late, So Late Late, late, so late! and dark the night and chill! Late, late, so late! but we can enter still. Too […]...
2. Tho' I get home how late how late Tho’ I get home how late how late So I get home – ’twill compensate Better will be the Ecstasy […]...
3. Late, O Miller LATE, O miller, The birds are silent, The darkness falls. In the house the lights are lighted. See, in the […]...
4. The Late Singer Here it is spring again And I still a young man! I am late at my singing. The sparrow with […]...
5. It was too late for Man It was too late for Man But early, yet, for God Creation impotent to help But Prayer remained Our Side […]...
6. Late Leaves THE leaves are falling; so am I; The few late flowers have moisture in the eye; So have I too. […]...
7. Victory comes late Victory comes late And is held low to freezing lips Too rapt with frost To take it How sweet it […]...
8. Late Summer (ALCAICS) Confused, he found her lavishing feminine Gold upon clay, and found her inscrutable; And yet she smiled. Why, then, […]...
9. My Mother On An Evening In Late Summer 1 When the moon appears And a few wind-stricken barns stand out In the low-domed hills And shine with a […]...
10. 16-bit Intel 8088 chip with an Apple Macintosh You can’t run Radio Shack programs In its disc drive. Nor can a Commodore 64 Drive […]...
11. Late Love How they strut about, people in love, How tall they grow, pleased with themselves, Their hair, glossy, their skin shining. […]...
12. Methought I Saw My Late Espoused Saint Methought I saw my late espoused Saint Brought to me like Alcestus from the grave, Who Jove’s great Son to […]...
13. The Funeral of the Late Ex-Provost Rough, Dundee ‘Twas in the year of 1888, and on the 19th of November, Which the friends of the late Ex-Provost Rough […]...
14. Late Ripeness Not soon, as late as the approach of my ninetieth year, I felt a door opening in me and I […]...
15. Late Afternoon: The Onslaught Of Love For William and Emily Maxwell At this time of day One could hear the caulking irons sound Against the hulls […]...
16. The Palm And The Pine From the German of Heine. In the far North stands a Pine-tree, lone, Upon a wintry height; It sleeps: around […]...
17. Dreaming The Breasts Mother, Strange goddess face Above my milk home, That delicate asylum, I ate you up. All my need took You […]...
18. Late Spring I Ah, who will tell me, in these leaden days, Why the sweet Spring delays, And where she hides, the […]...
19. Late Light Rain filled the streets Once a year, rising almost To door and window sills, Battering walls and roofs Until it […]...
20. Wife Killer He killed his wife at night. He had tried once or twice in the daylight But she refused to die. […]...
21. Silver Slowly, silently, now the moon Walks the night in her silver shoon; This way, and that, she peers, and sees […]...
22. My Cross I wrote a poem to the moon But no one noticed it; Although I hoped that late or soon Someone […]...
23. Late Moon 2 a. m. December, and still no mon Rising from the river. My mother Home from the beer garden Stands […]...
24. Late Autumn October – and the skies are cool and gray O’er stubbles emptied of their latest sheaf, Bare meadow, and the […]...
25. Late September Tang of fruitage in the air; Red boughs bursting everywhere; Shimmering of seeded grass; Hooded gentians all a’mass. Warmth of […]...
26. A Late Walk When I go up through the mowing field, The headless aftermath, Smooth-laid like thatch with the heavy dew, Half closes […]...
27. The Too-Late Born We too, we too, descending once again The hills of our own land, we too have heard Far off – […]...
28. Late Summer Fires The paddocks shave black With a foam of smoke that stays, Welling out of red-black wounds. In the white of […]...
29. Village in Late Summer LIPS half-willing in a doorway. Lips half-singing at a window. Eyes half-dreaming in the walls. Feet half-dancing in a kitchen. […]...
30. Late Autumn In Venice (After Rilke) The city floats no longer like a bait To hook the nimble darting summer days. The glazed and […]...
31. Late Evening Song For a while Let it be enough: The responsive smile, Though effort goes into it. Across the warm room Shared […]...
32. The Late Sir John Ogilvy Alas! Sir John Ogilvy is dead, aged eighty-seven, But I hope his soul is now in heaven; For he was […]...
33. Poems Done on a Late Night Car I. CHICKENS I am The Great White Way of the city: When you ask what is my desire, I answer: […]...
34. 278. On the late Captain Grose's Peregrinations HEAR, Land o’ Cakes, and brither Scots, Frae Maidenkirk to Johnie Groat’s;- If there’s a hole in a’ your coats, […]...
35. Her Late Husband (King's-Hintock, 182-.) “No not where I shall make my own; But dig his grave just by The woman’s with the initialed stone […]...
36. On The Late Indecent Liberties Taken With The Remains Of Milton “Me too, perchance, in future days, The sculptured stone shall show, With Paphian myrtle or with bays Parnassian on my […]...
37. The Funeral of the Late Prince Henry of Battenberg Alas! Prince Henry of Battenberg is dead! And, I hope, has gone to heaven, its streets to tread, And to […]...
38. 312. Elegy on the late Miss Burnet of Monboddo LIFE ne’er exulted in so rich a prize, As Burnet, lovely from her native skies; Nor envious death so triumph’d […]...
39. Saddest Poem I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. Write, for instance: “The night is full of stars, And the […]...
40. Tonight I Can Write Tonight I can write the saddest lines. Write, for example, ‘The night is starry And the stars are blue and […]...