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To Plato’s dictum Assent she lends. All things in common We hold, as friends. I share her riches.
She is not of the fireside, My lovely love; Nor books, nor even a cradle, She bends above. No, she is bent with lashes,
Somebody brought in lilac, Lilac after rain. Isn’t it strange, belovéd of mine You’ll not see it again? Lilac glad with the sun on it
A lady and I were walking Where waters flow; A lady and I were talking Softly and slow. This is what you were saying,
I am making great big skirts For great big women’ Amazons who’ve fed and slept Themselves inhuman. Such long skirts, not less than tw…
Through the swift night I go to my love. Tram bells are joy bells, Bidding us move On a golden path
Ours was a friendship in secret, m… Stolen from fate. I must be secret still, show mysel… Early and late. ‘Isn’t it sad he was killed!' I m…
How funny it would be if dreamy I Should leave one book behind me wh… And that a book of Law’this sil… Just written for the money it will… I do hope, when it’s finished, I’…
You want a lily And you plead with me ‘Give me my lily back.’ I went to see A friend last night and on her man…
Little girls, You are gay, Little factory girls, At the end of your day. There you stand,
Today, in class, I read aloud to forty little boys The legend of King Croesus’ boast… They were so young, Restless, and eager, I believed t…
I have two wings To raise me to the skies. Withouten these My soul could never rise. My shining friends,
You who are dead, Do you know They’ve dug up half the irises That used to grow Here in the quadrangle a year ago?
I’m not his wife. I am his paramo… His wayside love, picked up in jou… Rose of the hedgerows; fragrant, t… Me down beside the ditch, a droope… Some country boy may stick into hi…
I in the library, Looking for books to read, Pulled one out twice to see If it fulfilled my need. Butler had written this