‘Morning Song’ by Mandy Moe Pwint Tu
O sweet be this soft morning’s song As golden mist on earth descends And skylarks trill an hour long While ...
O sweet be this soft morning’s song As golden mist on earth descends And skylarks trill an hour long While ...
Because he gave up life in town To graze the old undulant farm They called him a provincial clown Who ...
I dreamed again last night, of waters, raging, That break in waves across the Thunersee, Where mountains coldly climb, fir-clad ...
A grand council of trees Stood majestic, serene Heavy laden with snow Beautiful and pristine And I felt reverence For ...
If you want your children to be brilliant, tell them fairy tales. If you want them to be very brilliant, ...
We are proud to announce the publication of The Society of Classical Poets' 2014 Journal! The best poetry of the ...
Daybreak As day begins in honey’d light, I watch a flock of geese take flight. They fly formation heading ...
Where Does the Sky Begin or End? Where does the sky begin or end? The sea above, the stars attend? ...
Waiting for Dawn atop Butterfly Mountain A dilapidated lepidopteran dying atop The Mountain of Butterflies holds out her wings ...
The wisp of wind that makes the leaves go dance and play above the browning grass, cannot but stir awake ...
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