#AmericanWriters
In the cold I will rise, I will b… In waters of ice; myself Will shiver, and shrive myself, Alone in the dawn, and anoint Forehead and feet and hands;
Thou beautiful and ivory gates That shut my tears away from me - Even, at last, such refuge yield That great, safe doors of Ebony.
Is it as plainly in our living sho… By slant and twist, which way the…
Art thou Not kin to him Who loved Mark’s wife and both Died for it? O, thou harper in Green woods?
‘There’s be no roof to shelter you… You’ll have no where to lay your h… And who will get your food for you… Star-dust pays for no man’s bread. So, Jacky, come give me your fidd…
What words Are left thee then Who hast squandered on thy Forgetfulness eternity’s I Love?
In a cave born (Mary said) In a cave is My Son buried
Never the nightingale, Oh, my dear, Never again the lark Thou wilt hear; Though dusk and the morning still
Not thou, White rose, but thy Ensanguined sister is The dear companion of my heart’s Shed blood.
As I went, as I went Over the mountains, I heard, I heard, Through cloud-wreath and mist, A hound that was baying -
He comes from Mass early in the m… The sky’s the very blue Madonna w… The air’s alive with gold! Mark y… The birds sing and the dusted shim… On leaf and fruit?..Per Bacco, wh…
The long night through and still a… Estranged from eyes that very wear… Makes blind to dawn.
Fugitive, wistful, Pausing at edge of her going, Autumn, the maiden, turns, Leans to the earth with ineffable Gesture. Ah, more than
As it Were tissue of silver I’ll wear, O Fate, thy grey, And go mistily radiant, clad Like the moon.
With night’s Dim veil and blue I will cover my eyes, I will bind close my eyes that are So weary.