Poems

Moonlight

Moonlight It will not hurt me when I am old, A running tide where moonlight burned Will not sting me like silver snakes; The years will […]

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Morning

Morning I went out on an April morning All alone, for my heart was high, I was a child of the shining meadow, I was a […]

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November

November The world is tired, the year is old, The little leaves are glad to die, The wind goes shivering with cold Among the rushes dry. […]

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