Poems

Dead

Dead SOMETHING lies in the room Over against my own; The windows are lit with a ghastly bloom Of candles, burning alone, Untrimmed, and all aflare […]

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Earliest Spring

Earliest Spring TOSSING his mane of snows in wildest eddies and tangles, Lion-like March cometh in, hoarse, with tempestuous breath, Through all the moaning chimneys, and […]

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If

If YES, death is at the bottom of the cup, And every one that lives must drink it up; And yet between the sparkle at the […]

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