Hold Hard, These Ancient Minutes In the Cuckoo's Month
Dylan ThomasHold hard, these ancient minutes in the cuckoo's month ( Read more... )

From the Dark Tower
Countee CullenWe shall not always plant while others reap ( Read more... )

Letter
Robert HaydenIt was as though you struggled against ( Read more... )

Who's Who
W.H. AudenA shilling life will give you all the facts ( Read more... )

Ikon: The Harrowing of Hell
Denise LevertovDown through the tomb's inward arch ( Read more... )

Still Falls the Rain
(The Raids, 1940: Night and Dawn)
Edith SitwellStill falls the Rain ( Read more... )

Harvest Song
Jean ToomerI am a reaper whose muscles set at sun-down. All my oats are cradled ( Read more... )

The Ballad-Singer
Thomas HardySing, Ballad-singer, raise a hearty tune ( Read more... )

Representation
Rosmarie WaldropI have no conscience because I ( Read more... )

All in green went my love riding
E.E. Cummings

All in green went my love riding
on a great horse of gold
into the silver dawn.

four lean hounds crouched low and smiling
the merry deer ran before.

Fleeter be they than dappled dreams
the swift sweet deer
the red rare deer.

Four red roebuck at a white water
the cruel bugle sang before.

( Horn at hip went my love riding... )