To be Woman
To be woman is waste; wild wreckage
poetry
Antique Couple
They drive their car as slowly as the law
The Other Room
If you move into the other room
Meeting with Robert Forst (June 28th, 1961)
I walked the hill
Basket of Summer
Summers follow summers in an endless chain,
A Swan to his Reflection
Low and white over the lake waters
Felling of the Tree
I shall never know if the tree cried;
The Stuff of Stars
the stuff of stars
I Try to Grasp the Water
i try to grasp the water;
Grantly Dick Reed, Take Note
Nine months, nine long months have passed,
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