Your Glance
You looked out
Louis Ginsberg
Conversation in my Sun-Room
When I was about to enter my sun-room, my study,LAte one twilight, I suddenly paused in the gloom.
Two in the Park
the lovers on the bench
The Fountain
The fountain, the fountain
The Best Rhyme
Blotted out are space and time
free Will
Talk of free will
School Girl
While about her streams
Quiet in the House
The house had something ominous to say
Spring Rapture
All the morning, like a riddle,
Swan on a Pond
The swan is here bent under
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