Sunburnt the Bather She Bade
sunburnt the bather she bade
poetry
Longbowman
To redeem the indomitable moment
To Build Like a Bridge the Poem (from the Poet to the Reader)
Who builds unless love builds,
With Thoughts of Winter
Come, love, sweet sound! and lie with me
Poor Edward
Whose hat is moving on the water's face
Rain
Yellow lights in the dark
You Night Men
You night men, striking your fires in the bush,
Transposition
When leaves crash through the branches
Antigone
We see her only through her father's blindnses
Winter is Burning
Winter is burning with its brand of ice
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