#AmericanWriters
Seen on a night in November How frail Above the bulk Of crashing water hangs, Autumn, evanescent, wan,
Wouldst thou find my ashes? Look In the pages of my book; And as these thy hand doth turn, Know here is my funeral urn.
Force and bluster? Mighty threate… Scorn I lightly, - Not for these. Tell me when shall great Orion Catch the flying Pleuades?
Heard ye the maidens Went through the meadows, Early, O, early, While yet the dew was Wet on the grass?
He comes from Mass early in the m… The sky’s the very blue Madonna w… The air’s alive with gold! Mark y… The birds sing and the dusted shim… On leaf and fruit?..Per Bacco, wh…
A-sway, On red rose, A golden butterfly. . And on my heart a butterfly Night-wing’d.
My songs to sell, sweet maid! I pray you buy. Here’s one will win a lady’s tears… Here’s one will make her gay, Here’s one will charm your true lo…
No guile? Nay, but so strangely He moves among us. . Not this Man but Barabbas! Release to us Barabbas!
Thou hast Drawn laughter from A well of secret tears And thence so elvish it rings, –mo… And sweet.
As I went, as I went Over the mountains, I heard, I heard, Through cloud-wreath and mist, A hound that was baying -
Reap, reap the grain and gather The sweet grapes from the vine; Our Lord’s mother is weeping, She hath nor bread nor wine; She is weeping. The Queen of Hea…
Musicians O Musicians: Heartseas… Heartsease: an you will have me li… Light wind in the small green leav… Play, oh play, my sad heart ease; Birds, shake from your wilding thr…
With swift Great sweep of her Magnificent arm my pain Clanged back the doors that shut m… From life.
(1) The rose new-opening saith, And the dew of the morning saith, (Fallen leaves and vanished dew) Remember death.
A flickering light near spent Her pale hand bore. Have you seen Angelique? Will she know the place Dead feet must find,