Poetry
AUTUMN SONG
after Chassignet
Little flower, you live in constant danger:
Likely to be crushed under foot or torn by wind,
Sun-scorched or gobbled by a goat.
These October days streaked with regrets and tears
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SOME ANGELS
Lying on their backs, looking up at the sky,
The boys have made angels in the snow.
Eyes to heaven, with heaven looking down,
They wave their arms like wings, while seraphs
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WHO IS THE STRANGER WHO OVERTAKES ME
Who is the stranger who overtakes me
On a dark street and taps me on the shoulder?
I turn and there is nobody there but me,
And ...
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FIREFLIES
After sundown you see the first
Out of the corner of your eye, then another
In the middle distance, the gloaming,
Where a grove of maples conspires,
Darkly thinking night-thoughts
While these inklings of light ...
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ORPHAN
What was I looking for in that room
Crowded with old books, shelves so full,
It seemed they could not hold another title,
Except where in places a weary volume
Leaned upon its neighbor’s ...
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THE SAGE
I was looking for you in the garden.
Above pink poppies and white cleome
I saw scarlet blossoms, a sweet cluster
I could not name without you near. Then
A strange voice came ...
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THE SAGE
I was looking for you in the garden.
Above pink poppies and white cleome
I saw scarlet blossoms, a sweet cluster
I could not name without you near. Then
A strange voice came ...
The Portrait
Her face hung white and empty as a spoon.
She had resisted every breeze and flutter
That shuffled dead air through the shutter,
Propped up all morning in a pose.
To flush the color ...
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THE PORTRAIT
Her face hung white and empty as a spoon.
She had resisted every breeze and flutter
That shuffled dead air through the shutter,
Propped up all morning in a pose.
To flush the ...
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Bobolink
You rise from dry meadowgrass
With a laborious flutter, more
Wing-action than the shortness of your flight
Would seem to call for
And so ...