Poems by Yvor Winters
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The Moralists
... and behind In some harsh moment nowise of the mind ...
The Precision
... Suspended on cold iron, branded on air ...
John Sutter
... Turned rivers back, for gold through ages piled, ...
Time And The Garden
... These trees, whose slow growth measures off my years, ...
Two Songs Of Advent
... I On the desert, between pale mountains, out cries - ...
The Slow Pacific Swell
... The skull Felt the retreating wash of dreaming hair ...
To Emily Dickinson
... But for the fire-dry line that makes them burn— ...
On A View Of Pasadena From The Hills
... With small round towers, blunt-headed through small trees ...
Much in Little
... The harsh blade and the hairy seed ...
Night of Battle
... Europe: 1944 as regarded from a great distance ...
The Journey
... Through shrinking frost, autumnal grass uncurled, ...
At the San Francisco Airport
... Great planes are waiting in the yard— ...
On Teaching the Young
... s only bliss Is in cold certitude— ...
To a Young Writer
... do it well. Your knowledge will be such, ...
Sir Gawaine And The Green Knight
... And yet what thoughtless force was mine! ...
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