This Woman
Over and over, in company or alone,
poetry
Hens
Beside the horse troughs, General Grant
Sparrow Come in My Door
Sparrow come in my door, and at the window
Cathleen Sweeping
The wind blows, and with a little broom
Poem Before Leaving Camp
First finger only of autumn yet has touched
Elegy for John Sutherland
Whether it was wing, or beak, or scraping weed,
Eclipsed Sun
Now death has kissed the red cheeks of the sun,
Fall: 1939
When we were wading, where the round stones
Poem
The freezing made her glad
Snow Time
Now time poses, limned in stilly white,
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