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POETRY AND SONGS BY F. ELLSWORTH LOCKWOOD
POETRY AND SONGS BY F. ELLSWORTH LOCKWOOD. Poems, songs, songwriter, poet, poetry,lyrics. Sunday, April 05, 2015. He Comes: An Easter Poem by Frank Ellsworth Lockwood. 160;(An admittedly pedantic poem by. 160; Frank Ellsworth Lockwood, April 5, 2015). He comes. Jesus that is. . It has been claimed that every eye shall see him, flying an eagle. Or as was written. Every eye shall behold him. . But is this really true? Posted by Frank Ellsworth Lockwood. Links to this post. Monday, March 02, 2015. G) Know...
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Poetry - A Personal Choice
Poetry - A Personal Choice. Have a look at some of my favourites. Friday, August 14, 2015. HENRY DUFF TRAILL 1842-1900. Can you recall an ode to June. Or lines to any river. In which you do not meet the "moon". And see the moonbeams "quiver"? I've heard such songs to many a tune. But never yet - no niver. Have I escaped that rhyme to "June". Or missed that rhyme to "river.". At times the bard from his refrain. A moment's respite snatches,. The while his over-cudgelled brain. At some new jingle catches;.
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วันศุกร์ที่ 25 กุมภาพันธ์ พ.ศ. 2554. นักเดินทาง ตะเกียง และแสงจันทร์. นักเดินทาง ตะเกียง และแสงจันทร์. ฉันอาจเป็นเพียงตะเกียงดวงห. นึ่ง ที่มีแสงเพียงน้อยนิด. อาจจะไม่จำเป็นเลยในบางช่วง. บางขณะที่พระจันทร์ทอแสงนวล. เธออาจจะทิ้งฉันไว้ข้างทางก้อเป็นได้. หากเธอคิดว่าฉันไม่มีประโยช. น์แม้แต่น้อย. ฉันจึงเปรียบตะเกียง เป็นดั่ง ตัวฉัน. ส่วนเธอน่ะ เป็น นักเดินทางคนนึง. ส่วนเค้าคนนั้น เป็น พระจันทร์. นักเดินทางคนหนึ่งกับตะเกีย. ตะเกียงที่ให้แสงสว่างในค่ำ. คืนที่มืดมิด. าแล้วก้อผ่านไป. ด้ผ่านพ้นไป. ผ่านพū...
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Poetry Archive | Poems
BROWSE POETRY BY CATEGORY:. Poems on Old Age. Poems on the Supernatural. BROWSE POETRY BY POET:. 2002 - Poetry-Archive.com.
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Poetry/Art - index
Kim Addonizio - What Do Women Want? William Carlos Williams - No. 5. Stephen Dobyns - The Street. Robert Kelly - Jungle. Wallace Stevens - The Cuban Doctor. Judith Wright - Naked Girl and Mirror. Jane Hirshfield - A Hand. Edward Hirsch - Edward Hopper and the House by the Railroad. XJ Kennedy - Nude Descending a Staircase. Robert Kelly - Love Song. Wallace Stevens - The Disillusionment of Ten O'Clock. William Carlos Williams - The Parable of the Blind. Christopher Kennedy - Ghost in the Land of Skeletons.
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Poetry-Art Home
Readings and Traveling Exhibits. To the new edition of our poetry-art.com web site. We hope you will like the new layout and interactive nature of this site. Here you will find updates about the release of our book Borderlines: Drawing Border Lives, upcoming events and activities, as well as information about how to arrange a poetry-art reading, workshop or traveling exhibit. We've launched a new gallery of Reefka's artwork available for sale at reefka.com. Recent and Upcoming Events. February 14, 2015.
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The Hunter in the Snow. The over-all picture is winter. In the background the return. From the hunt it is toward evening. Sturdy hunters lead in. Their pack the inn-sign. Broken hinge is a stag a crucifix. Between his antlers the cold. Deserted but for a huge bonfire. That flares wind-driven tended by. About it to the right beyond. The hill is a pattern of skaters. Concerned with it all has chosen. A winter-struck bush for his. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Pieter Brueghel, Hunters in the Snow (1565).
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Edward Hopper and the House by the Railroad. Out here in the exact middle of the day,. This strange, gawky house has the expression. Of someone being stared at, someone holding. His breath underwater, hushed and expectant;. This house is ashamed of itself, ashamed. Of its fantastic mansard rooftop. And its pseudo-Gothic porch, ashamed. Of its shoulders and large, awkward hands. But the man behind the easel is relentless. He is as brutal as sunlight, and believes. To the people who once lived here. Always...
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Across the street, the carpenter carries a golden. Board across one shoulder, much as he bears the burdens. Of his life. Dressed in white, his only weakness is. Temptation. Now he builds another wall to screen him. The little girl pursues her bad red ball, hits it once. With her blue racket, hits it once again. She must. Teach it the rules balls must follow and it turns her. Quite wild to see how it leers at her, then winks. The oriental couple wants always to dance like this:. Where the sun goes at nigh...
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Naked Girl And Mirror. This is not I. I had no body once-. Only what served my need to laugh and run. And stare at stars and tentatively dance. On the fringe of foam and wave and sand and sun. Eyes loved, hands reached for me, but I was gone. On my own currents, quicksilver, thistledown. Can I be trapped at last in that soft face? I stare at you in fear, dark brimming eyes. Why do you watch me with that immoderate plea-. Look under these curled lashes, recognize. From eyes I will not answer; shut out here.
