Category: Poetry
The best poetry is always about the earth itself and all the strange and lovely things that compose and inhabit it. When a 'great poet' sets himself the task of some 'big theme' he needs only to hold, as it were, a magnifying glass to the earth. We who are born and live here l...
The best poetry is always about the earth itself and all the strange and lovely things that compose and inhabit it. When a 'great poet' sets himself the task of some 'big theme'...
3. Part 3The night was creeping on the ground; She crept and did not make a sound Until she reached the tree, and then She covered it, and stole again Along the grass beside the wall.
2. Part 2April, April, Laugh thy girlish laughter; Then, the moment after, Weep thy girlish tears! April, that mine ears If I tell thee, sweetest, All my hopes and fears, April, April, L...
4. Part 4I never quite saw mermaids rise Above the twilight sea, When sands, left wet,'neath sunset skies, Are blushing rosily: But--all alone, those rocks amid-- _One night I very nearl...