Poems

Incident

Incident Once riding in old Baltimore, Heart-filled, head-filled with glee; I saw a Baltimorean Keep looking straight at me. Now I was eight and very small, […]

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The Wise

The Wise Dead men are wisest, for they know How far the roots of flowers go, How long a seed must rot to grow. Dead men […]

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Departure

Departure It was not like your great and gracious ways! Do you, that have naught other to lament, Never, my Love, repent Of how, that July […]

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