‘The Passing’: A Poem by Margaret Brinton
The Passing Place me not in a bed at my dying; _I'd rather a bench by the sea Or a ...
The Passing Place me not in a bed at my dying; _I'd rather a bench by the sea Or a ...
A Poet at the Tower Ah, what a perfect, golden, autumn day. The headsman’s brought the bearded ax, I ...
Poem 5 by Catullus (circa 84-54 BC) translated from Latin by Mary Jane Myers Ah, Lesbia, lust’s our sweet ...
Where the Sweet Bluebonnets Bloom There is one thing a Texas cowboy _Always takes into account: _A cowboy will ...
A magnolia blossom Floating on the lawn A mother’s creamy breast Swimming blue green laps Up, down, again, again Mowing…
John Crow Ransom obviously failed to account for what is required to maintain a righteous kingdom. We can only approach…
James, this is one of those "unforgettable" poems on forgetfulness. I recently wrote a love sonnet on the subject, "I…
out of the gloaming golden reed bed unzipping white egrets appear spry in a sunbeam a richness of sand martins…
The American poet and literary critic, John Crow Ransom, argued in his book "God Without Thunder" that God is the…
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