Pleasures from Children
Er ist gewesen, I tell you,
poetry
The Stepmother
To take a pride in children:
Three Worlds
Let me praise the noble moment of your no,
Surcease
Love, I thought, would be surcease
At Night
Rootless slumber stemless lies
Mourning for Lost Causes
The pine is a humourous conifer,
Homage to Apollinaire
Guillaume:
Night Walk
So quiet these waters breathe,
The Old Burying Ground -- Saint John
Tattered ghosts that cower on this hill,
The Flight
A miniscule sparrow-shadow
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