Smith, Of The Third Oregon, Dies (Mary Carolyn Davies Poems)
Autumn in Oregon is wet as Spring,And green, with little singings in the grass,And pheasants flying,Gold, green and red,Great, narrow, ...
Autumn in Oregon is wet as Spring,And green, with little singings in the grass,And pheasants flying,Gold, green and red,Great, narrow, ...
Perhaps there willBe snow in heaven,And noisy children coasting down the streetThat slopes most;Boys in red sweaters and big overshoes,Each ...
IPerhaps,God, planting Eden,Dropped, by mistake, a seedIn Time's neighbor-plot,That grew to beThis hour?IIYou and I picked up Life and looked ...
Like a young pine May I grow: Only feel But never know. Feel the wind And rain and sun, See dusk dead And day begun, Feel the touch Of ...
To-night the little girl-nun died.Her hands were laidAcross her breast; the last sun triedTo kiss her quiet braid;And where the ...
If I had known what trouble you were bearing;What griefs were in the silence of your face;I would have been ...
There is a strong wall about me to protect me:It is built of the words you have said to me.There ...
Over and over I tell the sky: I am free-I!Over and over I tell the sea: -I am free!Over and over I tell ...
My apples are heavy upon me.It was the Spring;And proud was I of my petals,Nor dreamed this thing:That joy could ...
The day before AprilAlone, alone,I walked in the woodsAnd I sat on a stone.I sat on a broad stoneAnd sang ...
Heartbreak that is too new Can not be used to makeBeauty that will startle; That takes an old heartbreak.Old heartbreaks are old ...
Your kiss lies on my face Like the first snowUpon a summer place.Bewildered by that wonder,The grasses tremble underThe thing they ...
I sing of sorrow,I sing of weeping.I have no sorrow.I only borrowFrom some tomorrowWhere it lies sleeping,Enough of sorrowTo sing ...
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