Colomen (Mary Webb Poems)
The doves that coo in ColomenAre never heard by mortal men,But when a human creature passesUnderneath the churchyard grasses,In deep ...
Mary Webb Poems on Death & Dying (6 Poems)
Humble Folk (Mary Webb Poems)
Above our lane two rows of larches lean,And lissom, rosy pines with wild black hair--One slim, bright-fingered chestnut in between.In ...
Heaven’s Tower (Mary Webb Poems)
Hark! The wind in heaven's towerMoaneth for the passing hour.Heaven's tower is broad and high;In its quiet chambers lieLaughing lovers. ...
The Lad Out There (Mary Webb Poems)
Oh, Powers of Love, if still you leanAbove a world so black with hate,Where yet--as it has ever been--The loving ...
Good-Bye To Morning (Mary Webb Poems)
I will say good-bye to morning, with her eyesOf gold, her shell-pale robe and crocus-crown.Once her green veils enmeshed me, ...
To A Blackbird Singing In London (Mary Webb Poems)
Sing on, dear bird! Bring the old rapturous pain,In this great town, where I no welcome find.Show me the murmuring ...