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Borne from sultry jungled isles Of some far archipelago, Imprisoned in glass here. Transplanted, you yet flourish, show Your charms,...

Dear friend of the shadows, Share your hidden graces, And softly sing From the darkened mazes. Dear friend of the shadows, Share your...

Classical and modern poetry are inarguably different. Indeed, modernism’s chief boast is its break with classicism and tradition more...

The leaves of Summer never were so fair As now, by dying season’s light they’re kissed, September’s melancholy, golden mist Descends like...

Once did an ancient poet see, When antique dawn spread out her light, Two birds of song and poetry Upon a bending, flowering tree. And as...

The young earth hardened, heated, split, then froze, but still could not disorient the rose. We kept the emails, pictures, cards in...

A baby softly cried, But then it cried no more; Of needed food deprived, It hungers nevermore. His brother died of fever, He lived a life...

Geese in Flight An artless, brash, half-mournful cry Rends the languid autumn sky, A fractious chorus blaring Earthen horns, fanfaring...