Sappho (James Wright Poems)
The twilight falls; I soften the dusting feathers,And clean again.The house has lain and moldered for three days.The windows smeared ...
The twilight falls; I soften the dusting feathers,And clean again.The house has lain and moldered for three days.The windows smeared ...
Give me this time, my first and severe Italian, a poem about gold, The left corners of eyes, and the ...
Beautiful natural blossoms, Pure delicate body, You stand without trembling. Little mist of fallen starlight, Perfect, beyond my reach, How ...
It can't be the passing of time that casts That white shadow across the waters Just offshore. I shiver a ...
1 Many animals that our fathers killed in America Had quick eyes. They stared about wildly, When the moon went ...
The moon drops one or two feathers into the fiels. The dark wheat listens. Be still. Now. There they are, ...
for J.L.D. Why should we do this? What good is it to us? Above all, how can we do such ...
After dark Near the South Dakota border, The moon is out hunting, everywhere, Delivering fire, And walking down hallways Of ...
This time, I have left my body behind me, crying In its dark thorns. Still, There are good things in ...
Relieved, I let the book fall behind a stone. I climb a slight rise of grass. I do not want ...
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