In The Public Library (Lesbia Harford Poems)
Standing on tiptoe, head back, eyes and armUpraised, Kate groped to reach the higher shelf.Her sleeve slid up like darkness ...
Standing on tiptoe, head back, eyes and armUpraised, Kate groped to reach the higher shelf.Her sleeve slid up like darkness ...
A bunch of lilac and a storm of hailOn the same afternoon! Indeed I knowHere in the South it always ...
A bunch of lilac and a storm of hailOn the same afternoon! Indeed I knowHere in the South it always ...
I dreamt last nightThat spring had come.Across green fields I saw a blurOf crimson-blossomed plum.I've never knownSo fair a thing.And ...
The hot winds wake to life in the sweet daytimeMy weary limbs,And tear through all the moonlit darkness shoutingTremendous hymns.My ...
I think each year should bringLittle fresh songsLike flowers in spring.That they might deck the hoursFor a brief whileAnd die ...
Pat wasn't Pat last night at all.He was the rain,The Spring,Young Dionysus, white and warm,Lilac and everything. (Lesbia Harford)
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