#AmericanWriters
The dark is thrown Back from the brightness, like hai… Cast over a shoulder. I am alone, Four years older;
O God, in the dream the terrible… To paw at the air, and make for me… Fear kept for thirty-five years po… And retribution equally old, or ne… Coward complete, I lay and wept o…
What body can be ploughed, Sown, and broken yearly? But she would not die, she vowed, But she has, nearly. Sing, heart sing;
Now that I have your face by hear… Less at its features than its dark… Where quince and melon, yellow as… Lie with quilled dahlias and the s… Beyond, a garden, There, in insol…
At midnight tears Run in your ears.
Women have no wilderness in them, They are provident instead, Content in the tight hot cell of t… To eat dusty bread. They do not see cattle cropping re…
Come, let us tell the weeds in dit… How we are poor, who once had rich… And lie out in the sparse and sodd… Pastures that the cows have trodde… The while an autumn night seals do…
Up from the bronze, I saw Water without a flaw Rush to its rest in air, Reach to its rest, and fall. Bronze of the blackest shade,
All night the cocks crew, under a… And I, in the cage of sleep, on a… Shed tears, like a task not to be… In the false light, false grief in… A labor of tears, set against joy’…
I’ve come to give you fruit from… Of wide report. I have trees there that bear me ma… Of every sort: Clear, streaked; red and russet; g…
Since you would claim the sources… Recall the meshes whence it sprang… The reedy traps which other hands… To close upon it. Conjure up the… Blaze that it cleared so cleanly,…
She has no need to fear the fall Of harvest from the laddered reach Of orchards, nor the tide gone ebb… From the steep beach. Nor hold to pain’s effrontery
Men loved wholly beyond wisdom Have the staff without the banner. Like a fire in a dry thicket Rising within women’s eyes Is the love men must return.
It is yourself you seek In a long rage, Scanning through light and darknes… Mirrors, the page, Where should reflected be
Beautiful, my delight, Pass, as we pass the wave. Pass, as the mottled night Leaves what it cannot save, Scattering dark and bright.