#AmericanWriters
The phoenix are at play on their t… The phoenix are gone, the river H… Flowers and grass Cover over the dark path where lay the dynastic house of th…
We shall surely die: Must we needs grow old? Grow old and cold, And we know not why? O, the By-and-By,
Good God! They say you are risqué… O canzonetti! We who went out into the four A.… Composing our albas, We who shook off our dew with the…
The Sword Singing - The voice of the Sword from the h… Clanging imperious Forth from Time’s battlements
Golden rose the house, in the port… thee, a marvel, carven in subtle s… portent. Life died down in the lam… caught at the wonder. Crimson, frosty with dew, the rose…
For the seven lakes, and by no man… Rain; empty river; a voyage, Fire from frozen cloud, heavy rain… Under the cabin roof was one lante… The reeds are heavy; bent;
For the Marriage in Cana of Gali… Dark-eyed, O woman of my dreams, Ivory sandalled, There is none like thee among the…
You were praised, my books, because I had just come from the c… I was twenty years behind the time… so you found an audience ready. I do not disown you,
The little Millwins attend the Ru… The mauve and greenish souls of th… Were seen lying along the upper se… Like so many unused boas. The turbulent and undisciplined ho…
Turned from the 'eau-forte Par Jaquemart’ To the strait head Of Messalina: ‘His true Penelope
The petals fall in the fountain, the orange-coloured rose-leaves, Their ochre clings to the stone.
Erinna is a model parent, Her children have never discovered… Lalage is also a model parent, Her offspring are fat and happy.
While the west is paling Starshine is begun. While the dusk is failing Glimmers up the sun. So, till darkness cover
The spring, my dear, Is no longer spring. Does the blackbird sing What he sang last year? Are the skies the old
A poor clerk I, 'Arnaut the less’… And because I have small mind to… Day long, long day cooped on a sto… A-jumbling o’ figures for Maitre… I ha’ taken to rambling the South…