#AmericanWriters
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…
Heard ye the maidens Went through the meadows, Early, O, early, While yet the dew was Wet on the grass?
(Girl’s Song) In Babylon, in Nineveh, And long ago, and far away, The lilies and the lotus blew That are my sweet of youth to-day.
‘WHY do You thus devise Evil against her?’ ‘For that She is beautiful, delicate; Therefore.’
Scarlet the poppies Blue the corn-flowers, Golden the wheat. Gold for the Eternal: Blue for Our Lady:
‘Boy, lying Where the long grass Edges the pool’s brim, What do you watch There in the water? The blue
And the centurion who stood by sai… Truly this was a son of God. Not long ago but everywhere I go There is a hill and a black windy… Portent of hill, sky, day’s eclips…
As I went, as I went Over the mountains, I heard, I heard, Through cloud-wreath and mist, A hound that was baying -
A flickering light near spent Her pale hand bore. Have you seen Angelique? Will she know the place Dead feet must find,
These be three silent things: The falling snow . . . the hour Before the dawn . . . the mouth of… Just dead.
The morning is new and the skies a… The day cometh in with the sun and… Hasten, belov’ed! For see, while you were yet sleepi… The cool and virgin feet of dawn w…
So may you sleep alway, My baby, my dear son: Amen, Amen, Amen. My baby, my dear son.
Thou hast Drawn laughter from A well of secret tears And thence so elvish it rings, –mo… And sweet.
‘Let me be young,’ the Latmian sh… ‘And let me have on night-time hil… Whom she of Cynthus saw, Heaven’s… And gave his youth and dreams her… What news comrade upon the mountai…
Every day, Every day, Tell the hours By their shadows, By their shadows.