On a Painting of the Assumption
The metal haloes of the apostles shine
Elizabeth Brewster
Home for the Aged
The old men sit, five of them on a bench,
Voyage
I have sailed my ship
Three Poems
If I had hid my love
Four Poems
If I could write a poem
Roads
It was the night when we lived at the farm he came.
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Lost in a wide and houseless world
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No, I shall never return. That fact is certain.
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Watching the smoke on distant hills
East Coast -- Canada
Lying at night poised between sleep and waking
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