Old Woman
Her skin was dried and wrinkled
poetry
Marian Scott
If she is a moth
Elegy for a Bad Painter
Pour his blood into scarlet tubes
The Choice
A modern Atalanta - so we called
The Radio-active Muse
The world is turning over, the negro said,
So 'Weak Flesh'!
Ounce of a thing weighs
The Swallow and the Nightingale
A voice heard weeping and forlorn
The Garden of the Fall
The garden where the little king
The Reluctant Mermaid
The fish-tailed lady offering her breast
Aiaia
Now from the sanctified island the light descending
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