Love or Fame: Part 1: Girlhood (Fannie Isabelle Sherrick Poems)
Girlhood, the dearest time of joy and love, The sunny spring of gladness and of peace, The time that joins ...
Girlhood, the dearest time of joy and love, The sunny spring of gladness and of peace, The time that joins ...
The night goes away, another night, and the wingof an immense airplance has placed itselfbetween the wide blue and the ...
Come from the window, Mary, He has gone,The night is here, and I would tell my taleOf wondrous sights I ...
You do not lift your eyes to watchUs pass the conscious door;Your startled ear perceiveth notOur footfall on the floor;No ...
Come now, your footsteps turn awhileWhere brighter, milder seasons smile, In soft Italian vales;Where streamlets sparkle in the sun,And ...
The Venetian blind, without closing at all, likea somersault restraining itself so as not to fall on the ground,separates us ...
I wept, but my tears they turned to laughter For I saw how grieving was worse than vain .I saw ...
Drums on the watch-tower have emptied the roads -At the frontier it's autumn; a wild-goose cries.This is a night in ...
I Now it is autumn and the falling fruit and the long journey towards oblivion. The apples falling like great ...
Higher than the handsomest hotel The lucent comb shows up for miles, but see, All round it close-ribbed streets rise ...
Setting aside our differences that which separates us Lord guide us today that we together may be made one in ...
Sad, in our bodies, our hearts so heavy longing to follow yet refusing to let go what we carry that ...
The like we know the control we believe what we think we have charting our own course The import of ...
Creator, Redeemer, Sustainer Names of the Trinity avoiding the patronymic the male language that separates many from God the loaded ...
Hail to thee, mountain beloved, with thy glittering purple-dyed summit! Hail to thee also, fair sun, looking so lovingly on! ...
Sister and mother and diviner love, And of the sisterhood of the living dead Most near, most clear, and of ...
He's gone. She can't believe it, can't go on. She's going to give up painting. So she paints Her final ...
A Poem for Three Voices Setting: A Maternity Ward and round about FIRST VOICE: I am slow as the world. ...
for every wind?'s emotionless blast brings shreds of feathers with their dance of loss rotating leaves of faded rainbow-trees and ...
Today your things depart. Your faience cup fell off the table at sunrise and cracked. Your old grey dog did ...
A Gulf of silence separates us from each other. I stand at one side of the gulf, you at the ...
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