I Dread The Spring (Isobel Stone Poems)
My voice is you.I see you breathing throughThe tones you made.With subtle power builtOut of your soul and brain.How can ...
My voice is you.I see you breathing throughThe tones you made.With subtle power builtOut of your soul and brain.How can ...
I see my years of forgetfulness like triumphant fields of poppies,My laziness a robe,While spectre-hours drift once again like dreams--Come ...
There is a silver shadow screenOn which the shapes of hours are cast.Sometimes the shapes are flickering, spent,And hurt my ...
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