Naomi's Thoughts of Ruth
The night wind nuzzles the barley beards
poetry
Death Was No Empty Hat
Death was no empty hat, but a swung trapeze
London Dance
The round laying land and I and the air
Introspection
When the voice rings hollow of street campaigners
The Private World
in vertiginous minarets
Sonnet
As Shakespeare's mistress with lascivious eyes
At a River Mouth
Oh the time was when when we walked
Old Woman
Her skin was dried and wrinkled
Marian Scott
If she is a moth
Elegy for a Bad Painter
Pour his blood into scarlet tubes
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