Islands (Cicely Fox Smith Poems)
When the days of creationWere all but done,And earth lay drowsingUnder the sun —Forest and desertAching and vast,Rivers unforded,Ranges unpassed ...
When the days of creationWere all but done,And earth lay drowsingUnder the sun —Forest and desertAching and vast,Rivers unforded,Ranges unpassed ...
Sitting on the top of the 'bus, I bite my pipe and look at the sky. Over my ...
423The Months have ends-the Years-a knot-No Power can untieTo stretch a little furtherA Skein of Misery-The Earth lays back these ...
Now the New Year, reviving last Year's Debt, The Thoughtful Fisher casteth wide his Net; So I with begging Dish ...
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
The big teetotum twirls, And epochs wax and wane As chance subsides or swirls; But of the loss and gain ...
The mahogany table-top you smashed Had been the broad plank top Of my mother's heirloom sideboard- Mapped with the scars ...
(to where the ashes of both my parents are strewn) i) ok the pair of you lie still what's disturbing ...
The Months have ends -- the Years -- a knot -- No Power can untie To stretch a little further ...
Delight is as the flight -- Or in the Ratio of it, As the Schools would say -- The Rainbow's ...
My hands did numb to beauty as they reached into Death and tightened! O sovereign was my touch upon the ...
A rhinestone skein, a jeweled brocade of light,- the city is a garment stretched so thin her festive colors bleed ...
An imaginary composer.] I. Hist, but a word, fair and soft! Forth and be judged, Master Hugues! Answer the question ...
I know, although when looks meet I tremble to the bone, The more I leave the door unlatched The sooner ...
for Rene Magritte The carpenter's made a hole In the parlor floor, and I'm standing Staring down into it now ...
A woman who loves a woman is forever young. The mentor and the student feed off each other. Many a ...
How shall my animal Whose wizard shape I trace in the cavernous skull, Vessel of abscesses and exultation's shell, Endure ...
Once to the song and chariot-fight, Where all the tribes of Greece unite On Corinth's isthmus joyously, The god-loved Ibycus ...
A woman who loves a woman is forever young. The mentor and the student feed off each other. Many a ...
She'd bring to me a skein of wool And beg me to hold out my hands; so on my pipe ...
DEDICATED TO LUCY BATES (Being a reminiscence of certain private theatricals.) Oh, cabaret dancer, I know a dancer, Whose eyes ...
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