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 ...
Isobel Stone Poems on Mind (7 Poems)
Creator (Isobel Stone Poems)
I have sought all the colors in the prism;I have brought them home again with me,And feebly give them out ...
Bricks (Isobel Stone Poems)
Bricks like geraniums in a blue pot,And men like animated bricksPile them one upon the other(Automatons pulled by unseen hands)The ...
Body’s Song (Isobel Stone Poems)
I listen to an inner song of wind,Whose wanton rhythmic hands so firmly beatA delicate tattoo against the mindAnd make ...
Gold From A Curious Mint (Isobel Stone Poems)
I see my years of forgetfulness like triumphant fields of poppies,My laziness a robe,While spectre-hours drift once again like dreams--Come ...
Not Warm Birth (Isobel Stone Poems)
Of ancient love, entangled hours,From out your treasured store blow me a smile.How could I forget? ah! yetHis spirit still ...
Shadow Screen (Isobel Stone Poems)
There is a silver shadow screenOn which the shapes of hours are cast.Sometimes the shapes are flickering, spent,And hurt my ...