A child Within Me Woke
A child within me woke
poetry
Catullus V
Come, Lesbia, let us live and love,
Old Woman on a Beach
I knew no personal love, no sorrow
Day End
Afterwards, against evening, shadows fell
The Grist of Sacrifice
These are not flowers, to flaunt and fade,
The Atheist
Ther is no God
Dream
The summer's end
Midsummer in Dalecarlia
The light in its northern patterns
Song Ends
Song ends in silence;
The Butterfly
The butterfly was flying in the garden,
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