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6. LE PANNEAU Under the rose-tree’s dancing shade There stands a little ivory girl, Pulling the leaves of pink and pearl With pale […]...
7. Chiarascuro: Rose He Fill your bowl with roses: the bowl, too, have of crystal. Sit at the western window. Take the sun […]...
8. Medusa I had come to the house, in a cave of trees, Facing a sheer sky. Everything moved, a bell hung […]...
9. This Gloomy Northern Day THIS gloomy northern day, Or this yet gloomier night, Has moved a something high In my cold heart; and I, […]...
10. Fall In, My Men, Fall In The short hour’s halt is ended, The red gone from the west, The broken wheel is mended, And the dead […]...
11. Who occupies this House? Who occupies this House? A Stranger I must judge Since No one know His Circumstance ‘Tis well the name and […]...
12. The Arrow I thought of your beauty, and this arrow, Made out of a wild thought, is in my marrow. There’s no […]...
13. Seeing Off Yuan the Second on a Mission to Anxi Weicheng morning rain moisten light dust Visitor house green green willow colour new Urge gentleman further finish one cup alcohol […]...
14. BEAUTY I AM as lovely as a dream in stone, And this my heart where each finds death in turn, Inspires […]...
15. Ed Ed was a man that played for keeps, ‘nd when he tuk the notion, You cudn’t stop him any more’n […]...
16. Insects These tiny loiterers on the barley’s beard, And happy units of a numerous herd Of playfellows, the laughing Summer brings, […]...
17. Time of Roses It was not in the Winter Our loving lot was cast; It was the time of roses – We pluck’d […]...
18. The Dark Hour And now, when merry winds do blow, And rain makes trees look fresh, An overpowering staleness holds This mortal flesh. […]...
19. Sunday Afternoons I sit at home At my desk alone As I used to do On many sunday afternoons When you came […]...
20. The Meteorite Among the hills a meteorite Lies huge; and moss has overgrown, And wind and rain with touches light Made soft, […]...
21. The Furl of Fresh-Leaved Dogrose Down The furl of fresh-leaved dogrose down His cheeks the forth-and-flaunting sun Had swarthed about with lion-brown Before the Spring was […]...
22. Bill's Prayer I never thought that Bill could say A proper prayer; ‘Twas more in his hard-bitten way To cuss and swear; […]...
23. Time Stands Still over Govandi Station A kite flutters, On a high tension wire – Against a stark blue sky. Beggar and old mother huddle On […]...
24. The Moon is a Painter He coveted her portrait. He toiled as she grew gay. She loved to see him labor In that devoted way. […]...
25. Rain Rain, midnight rain, nothing but the wild rain On this bleak hut, and solitude, and me Remembering again that I […]...
26. Women And Roses I. I dream of a red-rose tree. And which of its roses three Is the dearest rose to me? II. […]...
27. A Pretty Woman I That fawn-skin-dappled hair of hers, And the blue eye Dear and dewy, And that infantine fresh air of hers! […]...
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32. Perfection If I could practise what I preach, Of fellows there would few be finer; If I were true to what […]...
33. A Line-Storm Song The line-storm clouds fly tattered and swift. The road is forlorn all day, Where a myriad snowy quartz stones lift, […]...
34. I Rose Up at the Dawn of Day I rose up at the dawn of day ‘Get thee away! get thee away! Pray’st thou for riches? Away! away! […]...
35. To A. L. Persuasions to Love THINK not, ’cause men flattering say You’re fresh as April, sweet as May, Bright as is the morning star, That […]...
36. Temps Perdu I never may turn the loop of a road Where sudden, ahead, the sea is Iying, But my heart drags […]...
37. Now What Is Love Now what is Love, I pray thee, tell? It is that fountain and that well Where pleasure and repentance dwell; […]...
38. To The Rose Upon The Rood Of Time Red Rose, proud Rose, sad Rose of all my days! Come near me, while I sing the ancient ways: Cuchulain […]...
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