#AmericanWriters
THE old Old winds that blew When chaos was, what do They tell the clattered trees that… Should weep?
Great Kings were dust and all the… Did my harp’s taut and burnished s… The fragrance of dead ladies’ love… Blew never down but for my lute.
Is it as plainly in our living sho… By slant and twist, which way the…
‘WHY do You thus devise Evil against her?’ ‘For that She is beautiful, delicate; Therefore.’
Fugitive, wistful, Pausing at edge of her going, Autumn, the maiden, turns, Leans to the earth with ineffable Gesture. Ah, more than
When I was girl by Nilus stream I watched the deserts stars arise; My lover, he who dreamed the Sphi… Learned all his dreaming from eyes… I bore in Greece a burning name,
The long night through and still a… Estranged from eyes that very wear… Makes blind to dawn.
The clustered Gods, the marching… The mighty-limbed, deep-bosomed T… The shimmering grey-gold London f… I wish that Phidias could see!
In a cave born (Mary said) In a cave is My Son buried
The immemorial grief of all years Burdes my heart sorely, and the ye… Of slow eternal crying stain my ch… Forever and forever my soul speaks Saying: I am thy self: Look on me…
A-sway, On red rose, A golden butterfly. . And on my heart a butterfly Night-wing’d.
Art thou Not kin to him Who loved Mark’s wife and both Died for it? O, thou harper in Green woods?
Never the nightingale, Oh, my dear, Never again the lark Thou wilt hear; Though dusk and the morning still
I have no heart for noon-tide and… But I will take me where more ten… Shakes, fold on fold, her dewy dar… And shelters me that I may weep i… And feel no pitying eyes, and hear…
Still as On windless nights The moon-cast shadows are, So still will be my heart when I Am dead.