Maidenhair (Michael Field Poems)
Plato of the clear, dreaming eye and braveImaginings, conceived, withdrawn from light,The hollow of man's heart even as a cave.With ...
Plato of the clear, dreaming eye and braveImaginings, conceived, withdrawn from light,The hollow of man's heart even as a cave.With ...
128Bring me the sunset in a cup,Reckon the morning's flagons upAnd say how many Dew,Tell me how far the morning ...
571Must be a Woe-A loss or so-To bend the eyeBest Beauty's way-But-once aslantIt notes DelightAs difficultAs StalactiteA Common BlissWere had ...
Must be a Woe -- A loss or so -- To bend the eye Best Beauty's way -- But -- ...
Bring me the sunset in a cup, Reckon the morning's flagons up And say how many Dew, Tell me how ...
The icicles wreathing On trees in festoon Swing, swayed to our breathing: They're made of the moon. She's a pale, ...
JANE, Jane, Tall as a crane, The morning light creaks down again; Comb your cockscomb-ragged hair, Jane, Jane, come down ...
You've asked me what the lobster is weaving there with his golden feet? I reply, the ocean knows this. You ...
CHILDREN, ye have not lived, to you it seems Life is a lovely stalactite of dreams, Or carnival of careless ...
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