Poems

Polly

Polly Brown eyes, Straight nose; Dirt pies, Rumpled clothes; Torn books, Spoilt toys; Arch looks, Unlike a boy’s; Little rages, Obvious arts; (Three her age is,) […]

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A Bronze Head

A Bronze Head HERE at right of the entrance this bronze head, Human, superhuman, a bird’s round eye, Everything else withered and mummy-dead. What great tomb-haunter […]

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