#AmericanWriters
A flickering light near spent Her pale hand bore. Have you seen Angelique? Will she know the place Dead feet must find,
O mia Luna! Porta mi fortuna! (You must say it nine times, curts… In rose-pale, fading blue of twili… See, the new moon’s thin crescent… Nine times I’ll curtsey murmuring…
Heard ye the maidens Went through the meadows, Early, O, early, While yet the dew was Wet on the grass?
Never the nightingale, Oh, my dear, Never again the lark Thou wilt hear; Though dusk and the morning still
A-sway, On red rose, A golden butterfly. . And on my heart a butterfly Night-wing’d.
Scarlet the poppies Blue the corn-flowers, Golden the wheat. Gold for the Eternal: Blue for Our Lady:
Was it love breathed on us as on t… Dawn breathes for a short space an… Or loved we never at all who but m… With too dim vision the guarded my… Were we unfaithful or were we unwi…
‘WHY do You thus devise Evil against her?’ ‘For that She is beautiful, delicate; Therefore.’
Every day, Every day, Tell the hours By their shadows, By their shadows.
The cold With steely clutch Grips all the land. .alack The little people in the hills Will die!
He comes from Mass early in the m… The sky’s the very blue Madonna w… The air’s alive with gold! Mark y… The birds sing and the dusted shim… On leaf and fruit?..Per Bacco, wh…
The poet pursues his beautiful the… The preacher his golden beatitude; And I run after a vanishing dream… The glittering, will-o’-the-wispis… Of the properly scholarly attitude…
The shadowy boy of night Crosses the dusking land; He sows his poppy-seeds With steady, gentle hand. The shadowy boy of night
Ere the horne’d owl hoot Once and twice and thrice there sh… Go among the blind brown worms News of thy great burial; When the pomp is passed away,
As I went, as I went Over the mountains, I heard, I heard, Through cloud-wreath and mist, A hound that was baying -