Still Death (Isobel Stone Poems)
I am hemmed in by a cloud of men:One desiring what he terms my beauty,One my wealth--All of them my ...
I am hemmed in by a cloud of men:One desiring what he terms my beauty,One my wealth--All of them my ...
Though grey sky's rain will seep and lizards creepWhere flesh will fornicate with dust for sleep,Though birds and sun wheel ...
The broad skies are not blue enough, it seems;The flowers are drooping, drowsy with old dreams,I see the tops of ...
Between the trees I see a stoneBearing my carven name:I do not live there but in bone,There, is but my ...
Come, let us fling wild flowersOn winter's death.The whirr of beating wingsOnce filled the air with passage all one way;O ...
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