Poems

Yes , the Dead Speak To Us Yes, the Dead speak to us. This town belongs to the Dead, to the Dead and to the Wilderness. […]

Young Bullfrogs Jimmy Wimbleton listened a first week in June. Ditches along prairie roads of Northern Illinois Filled the arch of night with young bullfrog songs. […]

Young Sea The sea is never still. It pounds on the shore Restless as a young heart, Hunting. The sea speaks And only the stormy hearts […]

Caller Herrin’ Wha’ll buy my caller herrin’? They’re bonny fish and halesome farin’; Wha’ll buy my caller herrin’, New drawn frae the Forth? When ye were […]

The Land O’ The Leal I’M wearin’ awa’, John Like snaw-wreaths in thaw, John, I’m wearin’ awa’ To the land o’ the leal. There ‘s nae […]

Song for Australia There is a land where summer skies Are gleaming with a thousand dyes Blending in witching harmonies, in harmonies; and grassy knoll and […]

Old Age Thou hast been wrong’d, I think old age; Thy soverign reign comes not in wrath, Thou call’st us home from pilgrimage, Spreadest the seat […]

Dreams SURELY I heard a voice–surely my name Was breathed in tones familiar to my heart! I listened–and the low wind stealing came, In darkness and […]

Escape From The Snares Of Love YOUNG LOVE has chains of metal rare, Heavy as gold–yet light as air: It chanced he caught a heart one […]

I Was Not False To Thee I WAS not false to thee, and yet My cheek alone looked pale; My weary eye was dim and wet, […]