Straw-Death, by Kenneth Rand
I who have lived my life,
My years of hot-blo...
Hawk Poems
Thunderdrums, by Lew Sarett
An Indian War-medicine Dance I. THE DRUMMERS S...
The Soul Is Mortal, by Lucretius
Now come: that thou mayst able be to know
That...
The Reeds Around the Pond, by Paul Fort
THE swallow flees. The twilight falls apace. Th...
Pictures of the Past, by Robert McIntyre
God is good to let us keep in mind the pictures...
The Two Villages, by Rose Terry Cooke
Over the river, on the hill,
Lieth a village...
The Young Glory, by Stanley Gemmell
I Orb, my heart's mercy to my heart
Quick an...
Evening, by Watie W. Swanzy
After the turmoil and heat of the day,
Comes ...
The Rape of Lucrece, by William Shakespeare
FROM the besieged Ardea all in post,
...
Wilderness, by Carl Sandburg
There is a wolf in me … fangs pointed for teari...