Poems

When Horses Die When horses die, they breathe When grasses die, they wither, When suns die, they go out, When people die, they sing songs.

Where The Waxwings Used To Dwell Where the waxwings used to dwell, Where the pine trees softly swayed, A flock of airy momentwills Flew around and […]

Wind Is Song Wind is song Of whom and of what? Of the sword’s longing To be the word. People cherish the day of death Like […]

Perhaps Perhaps some day the sun will shine again, And I shall see that still the skies are blue, And feel once more I do not […]

The Superfluous Woman Ghosts crying down the vistas of the years, Recalling words Whose echoes long have died, And kind moss grown Over the sharp and […]

A Christmas Eve GOOD fellows are laughing and drinking (To-night no heart should grieve), But I am of old days thinking, Alone, on Christmas Eve. Old […]

A Ghost GHOSTS walk the Earth, that rise not from the grave. The Dead Past hath its living dead. We see All suddenly, at times,—and shudder […]

A King in Exile O THE Queen may keep her golden Crown and sceptre of command! I would give them both twice over To be King […]

A Picture The Sun burns fiercely down the skies; The sea is full of flashing eyes; The waves glide shoreward serpentwise And fawn with foamy tongues […]

A Sunset Fantasy Spellbound by a sweet fantasy At evenglow I stand Beside an opaline strange sea That rings a sunset land. The rich lights fade […]