Potential Titles: Mark Van Doren

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As if the sky had been of glass and had fallen - Mark Van Doren "Alfalfa Coming"

A river of strange waters flowed - Mark Van Doren "Communication"

All around the current intervened its sound - Mark Van Doren "Communication"

Fences draw their feet up out of the sod - Mark Van Doren "High Meadows"

The mountain has grown weary of its stone - Mark Van Doren "High Meadows"

Not know what house we shall come back to - Mark Van Doren "High Meadows"

The mind lies down among them - Mark Van Doren "The Hills of Little Cornwall"

Snug in the perilous knowledge - Mark Van Doren "The Hills of Little Cornwall"

Where a thought, doubling upon itself, considers the way - Mark Van Doren "The Hills of Little Cornwall"

Indulge it to the nick of death - Mark Van Doren "The Hills of Little Cornwall"

The last thin acre of stalks that stood - Mark Van Doren "Immortal"

Was never the end of the wheat - Mark Van Doren "Immortal"

In front of the sickle something rose - Mark Van Doren "Immortal"

But our worst blows dangled in the air - Mark Van Doren "Immortal"

Nothing could touch the little soul of the grain - Mark Van Doren "Immortal"

Early seeds lay cold in the ground - Mark Van Doren "Immortal"

Burrowed back with never a sound - Mark Van Doren "Immortal"

The sun this morning is of no avail - Mark Van Doren "In Time of Drouth"

A land that cannot cast one sparkle back - Mark Van Doren "In Time of Drouth"

The walls are dead with dust - Mark Van Doren "In Time of Drouth"

Only the dead this morning are not old - Mark Van Doren "In Time of Drouth"

What the perishable flesh might hide - Mark Van Doren "The Last Word"

Waits no longer minute than she must - Mark Van Doren "Midwife Cat"

To heave their shadows far and high - Mark Van Doren "Midwife Cat"

Walks all night upon a narrow rafter - Mark Van Doren "Midwife Cat"

All of this is nothing to the night - Mark Van Doren "Possession"

A warm still wind upon my face - Mark Van Doren "Possession"

And I stood naked among stars - Mark Van Doren "Possession"

When every twig and star is dead - Mark Van Doren "The Rivals"

On a night of whirling snow - Mark Van Doren "The Rivals"

Knock and enter and be fed with fire and wine - Mark Van Doren "The Rivals"

The outer heights of darkness tumble - Mark Van Doren "The Rivals"

Tumble down and in upon our brains - Mark Van Doren "The Rivals"

Sitting there so bitter-bright - Mark Van Doren "The Rivals"

Of cynic ice and sudden white blasts - Mark Van Doren "The Rivals"

Blasts of understanding blown - Mark Van Doren "The Rivals"

Right and left earth and sky desert me - Mark Van Doren "River Snow"

Appears, crosses the hollow place, and goes again - Mark Van Doren "River Snow"

Not one path is open through the snow - Mark Van Doren "River Snow"

And the hard sunlight entered like a sword - Mark Van Doren "The Spring in the Pantry"

Come under the trembling hedge - Mark Van Doren "Spring Thunder"

Did you hear the edge of winter crumble? - Mark Van Doren "Spring Thunder"

Lying for warmth against my heart - Mark Van Doren "Three Friends"

Time smiles at us, and rests his heels - Mark Van Doren "Three Friends"

Outside a hundred horses graze - Mark Van Doren "Three Friends"

Shivered in sudden naked shame - Mark Van Doren "To a Great Lady in My Small House"

A frown would have gone better - Mark Van Doren "To a Great Lady in My Small House"

A lie my misery was finished by - Mark Van Doren "To a Great Lady in My Small House"

East and south are black with speeding storm - Mark Van Doren "Travelling Storm"

Thunder, low and far, remembering nothing - Mark Van Doren "Travelling Storm"

Gathers a new world under it and growls - Mark Van Doren "Travelling Storm"

A swift dark wind that turns the maples pale - Mark Van Doren "Travelling Storm"

Will lie in barns and laugh at the lightning - Mark Van Doren "Travelling Storm"

And wonder when a rain will come that way - Mark Van Doren "Travelling Storm"

Too weak to climb a solid fence - Mark Van Doren "Waterfall Sound"

The leaves that every autumn drives before - Mark Van Doren "Waterfall Sound"

And the brook receives it home with a roar - Mark Van Doren "Waterfall Sound"

Comes one day to the minds of waiting men - Mark Van Doren "Waterfall Sound"

Something swift runs under the grass - Mark Van Doren "Wind in the Grass"

Unfasten your mind, and follow it hence - Mark Van Doren "Wind in the Grass"


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