Words For Departure (Louise Bogan Poem)
Nothing was remembered, nothing forgotten. When we awoke, wagons were passing on the warm summer pavements, The window-sills were wet ...
Nothing was remembered, nothing forgotten. When we awoke, wagons were passing on the warm summer pavements, The window-sills were wet ...
I've come to give you fruit from out my orchard, Of wide report. I have trees there that bear me ...
Now that I have your face by heart, I look Less at its features than its darkening frame Where quince ...
I had come to the house, in a cave of trees, Facing a sheer sky. Everything moved, -- a bell ...
You have put your two hands upon me, and your mouth, You have said my name as a prayer. Here ...
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