#AmericanWriters
What words Are left thee then Who hast squandered on thy Forgetfulness eternity’s I Love?
The immemorial grief of all years Burdes my heart sorely, and the ye… Of slow eternal crying stain my ch… Forever and forever my soul speaks Saying: I am thy self: Look on me…
The shadowy boy of night Crosses the dusking land; He sows his poppy-seeds With steady, gentle hand. The shadowy boy of night
A-sway, On red rose, A golden butterfly. . And on my heart a butterfly Night-wing’d.
I know Not these my hands And yet I think there was A woman like me once had hands Like these.
JUST now, Out of the strange Still dusk . . . as strange, as st… A white moth flew . . . Why am I… So cold?
Sun and wind and beat of sea, Great lands stretching endlessly’… Where be bonds to bind the free? All the world was made for me!
‘Boy, lying Where the long grass Edges the pool’s brim, What do you watch There in the water? The blue
Than spring’s new scents The winter’s earliest wind Blows from the hills the first fai… Of Snow. Why have I
In a cave born (Mary said) In a cave is My Son buried
(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.
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…
Peter stands by the gate, And Michael by the throne. ‘Peter, I would pass the gate And come before the throne.’ ‘Whose spirit prayed never at the…
These be three silent things: The falling snow . . . the hour Before the dawn . . . the mouth of… Just dead.
Look up . . . From bleakening hills Blows down the light, first breath Of wintry wind . . . look up, and… The snow!