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• Arizona Poems - Rain in the Desert

  The huge red-buttressed mesa over yonder
  Is merely a far-off temple where the sleepy sun is burning
  Its altar fires of pinyon and toyon for the day. …

  John Gould Fletcher

• The Blue Symphony

  I
  the darkness rolls upward.
  The thick darkness carries with it …

  John Gould Fletcher

• Poems in Unrhymed Cadence - S. Flint

  I
  london, my beautiful,
  It is not the sunset …

  Frank Stuart Flint

• Liadain to Curithir

  I
  if i had known how narrow a prison is love,
  Never would I have given the width of the skies …

  Moireen Fox

• The Jewish Conscript

  They have dressed me up in a soldier’s dress,
  With a rifle in my hand,
  And have sent me bravely forth to shoot …

  Florence Kiper Frank

• The Movies

  She knows a cheap release
  From worry and from pain—
  The cowboys spur their horses …

  Florence Kiper Frank

• You

  I go my way complacently,
  As self-respecting persons should.
  You are to me the rebel thought, …

  Florence Kiper Frank

• Mending Wall

  Something there is that doesn’t love a wall,
  That sends the frozen ground-swell under it,
  And spills the upper boulders in the sun; …

  Robert Frost

• After Apple-Picking

  My long two-pointed ladder’s sticking through a tree
  Toward heaven still,
  And there’s a barrel that I didn’t fill …

  Robert Frost

• My November Guest

  My sorrow, when she’s here with me,
  Thinks these dark days of autumn rain
  Are beautiful as days can be; …

  Robert Frost

• Mowing

  There was never a sound beside the wood but one,
  And that was my long scythe whispering to the ground.
  What was it it whispered? I knew not well myself; …

  Robert Frost

• Storm Fear

  When the wind works against us in the dark,
  And pelts with snow
  The lower chamber window on the east, …

  Robert Frost

• Going for Water

  The well was dry beside the door,
  And so we went with pail and can
  Across the fields behind the house …

  Robert Frost

• The Code-Heroics

  There were three in the meadow by the brook,
  Gathering up windrows, piling haycocks up,
  With an eye always lifted toward the west, …

  Robert Frost

• To a Captive Crane

  Ho, brother! Art thou prisoned too?
  Is thy heart hot with restless pain?
  I heard the call thy bugle blew …

  Hamlin Garland

• The Mountains are a Lonely Folk

  The mountains they are silent folk
  They stand afar—alone,
  And the clouds that kiss their brows at night …

  Hamlin Garland

• Magic

  Within my hand I hold
  A piece of lichen-spotted stone—
  Each fleck red-gold— …

  Hamlin Garland

• Color

  A blue-black Nubian plucking oranges
  At Jaffa by a sea of malachite,
  In red tarboosh, green sash, and flowing white …

  Wilfrid Wilson Gibson

• Oblivion

  Near the great pyramid, unshadowed, white,
  With apex piercing the white noon-day blaze.
  Swathed in white robes beneath the blinding rays …

  Wilfrid Wilson Gibson

• Tenants

  Suddenly, out of dark and leafy ways,
  We came upon the little house asleep
  In cold blind stillness, shadowless and deep, …

  Wilfrid Wilson Gibson

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