Poems

Pierrot

Pierrot For Aubrey Beardsley’s picture “Pierrot is dying” Pierrot is dying: Tiptoe in, Finger touched to lip, Harlequin, Columbine and Clown. Hugh! how still he lies […]

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Rapunzel

Rapunzel All day, all day I brush My golden strands of hair; All day I wait and wait.. Ah, who is there? Who calls? Who calls? […]

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Safe.

Safe. Force and bluster? Mighty threatenings? Scorn I lightly, — Not for these. Tell me when shall great Orion Catch the flying Pleuades?

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