Poems

Pool

Pool Out of the fire Came a man sunken To less than cinders, A tea-cup of ashes or so. And I, The gold in the house, […]

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Poppies

Poppies She loves blood-red poppies for a garden to walk in. In a loose white gown she walks and a new child tugs at cords in […]

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River Roads

River Roads Let the crows go by hawking their caw and caw. They have been swimming in midnights of coal mines somewhere. Let ’em hawk their […]

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Salvage

Salvage Guns on the battle lines have pounded now a year between Brussels and Paris. And, William Morris, when I read your old chapter on the […]

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