Gold From A Curious Mint (Isobel Stone Poems)
I see my years of forgetfulness like triumphant fields of poppies,My laziness a robe,While spectre-hours drift once again like dreams--Come ...
I see my years of forgetfulness like triumphant fields of poppies,My laziness a robe,While spectre-hours drift once again like dreams--Come ...
Heed me, feed me, I am hungry, I am red-tongued with desire; Boughs of balsam, slabs of cedar, gummy fagots ...
I starred that night, I shone: I was footwork and firework in one, a rocket that wriggled up and shot ...
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