#AmericanWriters
MICHAEL walks in autumn leaves Rustling leaves and fading grasses… And his little music-box Tinkles faintly as he passes. It’s a gay and jaunty tune
I SAW her after many years. The blue-black hair that had swept… Was dull and grey. No one would t… To look at her thin face worn with… I felt my own wet eyelids burn,
SOMETIMES when I am at tea wi… I catch my breath At a thought that is old as the wo… And more bitter than death. It is that the spoon that you just…
IF I had loved you more God woul… He would never have left me here i… Left me to go on my knees to the d… Crying in vain for a little sight… How could I know that the earth w…
THERE is no Rachel any more And so it does not really matter. Leah alone is left, and she Goes her own way inscrutably. Soft-eyed she goes, content to sca…
WHEN I was young my heart was ol… My heart was rich and very wise: Now all its wisdom has been told And all its wealth is fairy gold And all its joy futilities.
HERE where each road-worn one Rests till the night is done, In the grey dawning I saw my hors… And as I left the inn With his smooth face of sin
ONCE I knelt in my shining mail Here by Thine altar all the night… My heart beat proudly, my prayer r… But I looked to my armor to win t… God, my lance was a broken reed,
WHY don’t you go back to the sea,… I am not one who would hold you; The sea is the woman you really lo… So let hers be the arms that fold… Your bright blue eyes are sailor’s…
HE has taken away the things that… Love and youth and the harp that k… Laughter alone is left of all the… Does He mean that I may fill my d… Or will it, too, slip through my f…
Kenton and Deborah, Michael and… These are fine children as all the… But into my arms in my dreams ever… Come Peter and Christopher, Fait… Kenton is tropical, Rose is pure…
I know you are too dear to stay; You are so exquisitely sweet: My lonely house will thrill some d… To echoes of your eager feet. I hold your words within my heart,
WHEN a storm comes up at night a… When the trees are moaning like ma… I wake in fear and put out my hand… With your name on my lips. No pain that the heart can hold is…
MY garden walks were smooth and g… And edged with box trees left and… An old grey sun-dial stood between Two rounded bee hives, low and whi… My hollyhocks grew tall and red,
AND now it is all to be done over… And what will come of it only God… What has become of the furrows plo… And the plants set row on row? Where are the lines of beautiful b…