Fairy Tales (Edith Mirick Poems)
BRIARWaiting for love I shyly creptInto a turret room and slept.I woke uneasily at mornAfter a hundred years. The thornHas ...
Edith Mirick Poems (53 Poems)
Black Sheep (Edith Mirick Poems)
There may perhaps be something to be said for black sheep!Full many a man has had a son he could ...
Brothers (Edith Mirick Poems)
Ah, Rebecca, mother,How did you have heart toGive more love to oneFair-faced, slim brotherThan you did to the other,More rough ...
Old Houses (Edith Mirick Poems)
I like worn hungry housesIn old forgotten ways,A bit like weary peopleWho have known better days;Dilapidated housesWith blinds all hung ...
Dearth (Edith Mirick Poems)
He had been cursed, like Midas,With the golden touch. Where his hand restedWas minted metal and its accumulation,Scoffing essayed control ...
Home (Edith Mirick Poems)
They are bringing her backTo the town where she playedAs a girl. Do not lift the blackLid of the box ...
Mary Of Bethany (Edith Mirick Poems)
Mary of BethanyDusk in her hair,Dew in her eye,Will never wear(Woo her, win herIf you can)Bridal trappingsFor mortal man.She sits ...
Iconoclast (Edith Mirick Poems)
I am an iconoclast. I delightIn upsetting dignified customs; In seeing their frilled petticoatsAnd pantalettes fluttering,Upturned helplessly to heaven.I like ...
Green Apples (Edith Mirick Poems)
All night I heard green apples dropFrom their too loaded tree;And knew each told the worm had gainedIts transient victory.All ...
Tears (Edith Mirick Poems)
She saw them bear him out in that dark box;She had seen others go that way beforeSo many times, had ...
Whip (Edith Mirick Poems)
His body was a whipWhich goaded him. To herWho could not sense the lash of itHe seemed too gross to ...
Dead Fires (Edith Mirick Poems)
She had let the fire go out.It was her fault beyond a doubt;She simply let the flame die out. And ...
Of A Stout Lady (Edith Mirick Poems)
You will not look for beauty hereIn this form, graceless and uncouth;And yet the mountain of her fleshCovers the frame-work ...
Bramble Bush (Edith Mirick Poems)
He was so very, very wise,He thought that faith beganAnd ended with a spoken word.He trusted every man.And like the ...
Skeleton (Edith Mirick Poems)
Love had become a skeletonWhose every bleaching boneRattled with the passing winds,White and cold as stone.But she who once had ...
Easter Day (Edith Mirick Poems)
I saw Christ on an Easter dayAmid the hurrying throngThat wended to the stately church.I stood and watched Him long. ...
Forgotten Sky (Edith Mirick Poems)
Evenings they sat, each in an accustomed chair,He read, she mended ...The while a clock ticked off the hours to ...
Youthful Suicide (Edith Mirick Poems)
Here lies youthSeparated From the fleshThat it hated.Do not wonder.Hold backIdle questionsWhich must lackEdge to pierceOr power to swerveDeath fromHis ...
Deirdre (Edith Mirick Poems)
She did not trail her grief in the dustLike a bedraggled scarfTo tangle at the hearts of unwary passers.Grief sat ...
Crooked Roads (Edith Mirick Poems)
I am afraid of straight roadsThat stretch into the sun.I would walk a crooked road,A stumbling rutted one.I would walk ...
Patient Man (Edith Mirick Poems)
Patiently, without complaint, he boreInsults from those he served and slighted,With humbleness unostentatious, heForgave the insults his meek self invited.Easy ...
South Mountain (Edith Mirick Poems)
Over this mountain once tramped Soldiers' feet on an errand of death;Thousands of feet tramping ...Tens of thousands of feet ...
Closed Doors (Edith Mirick Poems)
Oh, I am weary of beating endlesslyUpon closed doors that mockBruised, desperate hands ... I am wearyOf fumbling at an ...
House Of Lazarus (Edith Mirick Poems)
Walking to Jerusalem A hot and dusty way,Christ sought the house of LazarusAt the close of day.And Martha fed Him ...
Hunted (Edith Mirick Poems)
He had looked long upon the coldBare face of beauty. Now he knewHe had been impious, over-bold.Behind him the perpetual ...
Opening Page (Edith Mirick Poems)
She looked with smiling lipsAnd old eyes upon love; the lookOf one who knows, from cover to worn cover,The pages ...
Swords (Edith Mirick Poems)
Spring pierced her without mercy. She could standThe innocuous lushness of summer, with its blandAccomplished growth; and autumn only searedInsensitive ...
Old Gods (Edith Mirick Poems)
I have forsworn familiar, oldGods. Their fires are gray and cold.Once a woman hid hers underSheltering skirts. I used to ...
Grief (Edith Mirick Poems)
Like a gaunt shadowIt followed her, hungGrimly behind her;Sinuously clungTo her warm body,Cold, cold as stone;Waiting for the momentShe might ...