Gathering Leaves, by Robert Frost
SPADES take up leaves
No better than spoons,
...
SPADES take up leaves
No better than spoons,
...
THIS saying good-bye on the edge of the dark
A...
Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
...
What large, dark hands are those at the window...
Rounded to a wide eyed clownishness
Crowned by...
Woodpecker tapping
Surprises me
Out of solit...
15th of 8th moon The flying mirror of the Moon...
I Frindsbury, Kent, 1786 Bang!
Bang!
Tap!...
I know a country laced with roads,
They join ...
Paul Jannes was working very late,
For this w...
The living is a passing traveler;
The dead, ...
A PASSAMAQUODDY INDIAN LEGEND Mikko the Squirr...
Soggy basin bellows smoke and steam over the pi...
Little Rabbit beneath my feet,
curled and so...
The farm--a bit of heaven--
Where nature stopp...
'Tis a fair haunt, a lovely scene
With vale a...
Out in the woodlands all alone,
Out in the fo...
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Fly for thy life, fleet, frightened crature, ...
"My dear, " said Mr. Bunny, on a pleasant summ...
They are calling "knee deep! Knee deep!" tonigh...
God is good to let us keep in mind the pictures...