The Dancers (For Edwin Arlington Robinson) (Margaret Widdemer Poems)
Ours was a quiet town, a still town, a sober town,Softly curled the yellow roads that slept in the sun,Staid ...
Ours was a quiet town, a still town, a sober town,Softly curled the yellow roads that slept in the sun,Staid ...
I FOLLOWED far from the roadway After my golden ball(How could I tell the way it went Where it might lie or ...
SHE loves the flowers, the wind that bends the fir;When the Spring comes she dances; and her mirthComes always when ...
SHE sits and makes pink roses with her threadAnd wonders what to do, her heart astir,What road to take, where ...
He saw it last of all before they herded in the steerage,Dark against the sunset where he lingered by the ...
ONCE when all the Spring was wild, All the leaves dew-pearled,Once I met Happiness, Singing down the world.She had laughter on her ...
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