sunday mimosas and summer sadness |
HE quarrel of the sparrows in the eaves, The full round moon and the star-laden sky, And the loud song of the ever-singing leaves, Had hid away earth's old and weary cry. And then you came with thos...
Posted by on Sun, 06 Sep 2009 15:59:00 GMT |
pretend I've titled this something clever. |
as i awoke this morningwhen all sweet things are borna robin perched on my windowsillto greet the coming dawnhe sang his sweet songso sweetly and pausedfor a moments lulli gently raised the window and...
Posted by on Fri, 27 Mar 2009 20:38:00 GMT |
to some i have talked with by the fire |
while i wrought out these fitful Danaan rhymes,my heart would brim with the dreams about the timeswhen we bent down above the fading coals;and talked of the dark folk, who live in soulsof passionate m...
Posted by on Fri, 12 Dec 2008 22:01:00 GMT |
my memories, vague memories |
THERE is grey in your hair.Young men no longer suddenly catch their breathWhen you are passing;But maybe some old gaffer mutters a blessingBecause it was your prayerRecovered him upon the bed of death...
Posted by on Sat, 25 Aug 2007 17:48:00 GMT |
