#AmericanWriters
No guile? Nay, but so strangely He moves among us. . Not this Man but Barabbas! Release to us Barabbas!
Heard ye the maidens Went through the meadows, Early, O, early, While yet the dew was Wet on the grass?
In a cave born (Mary said) In a cave is My Son buried
Was it love breathed on us as on t… Dawn breathes for a short space an… Or loved we never at all who but m… With too dim vision the guarded my… Were we unfaithful or were we unwi…
Hear thou my lamentation, Eros, Aphrodite’s son! My heart is broken and my days are… Where the woods are dark and the s… Eros!
Every day, Every day, Tell the hours By their shadows, By their shadows.
Sea-foam And coral! Oh, I’ll Climb the great pasture rocks And dream me mermaid in the sun’s Gold flood.
But me They cannot touch, Old age and death. .the strange And ignominious end of old Dead folk!
So may you sleep alway, My baby, my dear son: Amen, Amen, Amen. My baby, my dear son.
How can you lie so still? All day… And never a blade of all the green… To show where restlessly you toss… And fling a desperate arm or draw… Stiffened and aching from their lo…
‘Boy, lying Where the long grass Edges the pool’s brim, What do you watch There in the water? The blue
Lo, how they weave– the imperturba… Those threads that are my destiny: Steadily at the eternal task they’… Industrious . . . indifferent . .… Weave, Fates! And what your spins…
THE old Old winds that blew When chaos was, what do They tell the clattered trees that… Should weep?
Fugitive, wistful, Pausing at edge of her going, Autumn, the maiden, turns, Leans to the earth with ineffable Gesture. Ah, more than
Oh me, Was there a time When Paradise knew Eve In this sweet guise, so placid and