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Emmie, Emmie Adams, With her insolent air, Tied a little bit of rag In her yellow hair. When Lena, wondering,
My friend declares Being woman and virgin she Takes small account of periodicity And she is right. Her days are calmly spent
I made a heaven for you filled wit… Each star a song Meant to give happy music to your… Day and night long. But in your workshop you are close…
He’s out of work! I tell myself a change should mean… And he must look for changes to ad… And he, of all men, really needs a… But I hate change.
I in the library, Looking for books to read, Pulled one out twice to see If it fulfilled my need. Butler had written this
Our palm designed to grow In deserts, sent roots seeking far… Channels where waters flow. And in the city found Intricate pipings where the waters…
The people have drunk the wine of… In the streets of town. They smile as they drift with hear… Uphill and down. The people have drunk the wine of…
He has a fairy wife. He does not know her. She is the heart of the storm, Of the clouds that lower. And as the clouds are torn
Flowers have uncountable ways of p… Not solid, but moonlight or sunlig… Primroses strive for the colour of… Dew-besprent. Freesias are flames wherein light…
This year I have seen autumn with… Glimpsed hitherto undreamt of myst… In the slow ripening of the town-b… Horse-chestnut lifting wide hands… And silver beech turned gold now w…
If I had six white horses And six sturdy friends, I’d sell them into slavery, If that would gain your ends. I’d sell them into slavery,
Now I’ve been three days In the place where I am staying, I’ve taken up new ways’ Land-owning and flute playing. There’s an orchard ground
Sometimes I think God has his day… For being friends. He says: 'Forgive my careless way… No one pretends I’m always kind; but for today
When I go up to work the young bl… Has not awaked from dreams: It fades to meet the blue sky mist… It gleams. I say,
The lilies in the garden walk Are out today. The nuns all came to look at them, To look and say They wouldn’t last to deck the cri…