#AmericanWriters
Oh Lady, let the sad tears fall To speak thy pain, Gently as through the silver dusk The silver rain. Oh, let thy bosom breathe its grie…
Pain ebbs, And like cool balm, An opiate weariness Settles on eye-lids, on relaxed Pale wrists.
Guardian Of The Treasure Of Sol… And Keeper Of the Prophet’s Armo… My tent A vapour that The wind dispels and but
Is it as plainly in our living sho… By slant and twist, which way the…
Listen . . . With faint dry sound, Like steps of passing ghosts, The leaves, frost-crisp’d, break f… And fall.
A flickering light near spent Her pale hand bore. Have you seen Angelique? Will she know the place Dead feet must find,
You nor I nor nobody knows Where our daily-taken breath Vanisheth and vanisheth: Where our lost breath’s flying goe… You nor I nor nobody knows.
Well and If day on day Follows and weary year On year . . . and ever days and ye… Well?
‘Boy, lying Where the long grass Edges the pool’s brim, What do you watch There in the water? The blue
Avis, the fair, at dawn Rose lightly from her bed, Herself arrayed, Avis, the fait, the maid, In vestiment of lawn;
‘WHY do You thus devise Evil against her?’ ‘For that She is beautiful, delicate; Therefore.’
Heard ye the maidens Went through the meadows, Early, O, early, While yet the dew was Wet on the grass?
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…
JUST now, Out of the strange Still dusk . . . as strange, as st… A white moth flew . . . Why am I… So cold?
When I was girl by Nilus stream I watched the deserts stars arise; My lover, he who dreamed the Sphi… Learned all his dreaming from eyes… I bore in Greece a burning name,