Five years have past; five summers, with the length ( Read more... )

As kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies draw flame ( Read more... )

Nothing is ever really lost, or can be lost ( Read more... )

In the dream I had when he came back not sick ( Read more... )

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I go among the trees and sit still ( Read more... )

I think I should have loved you presently ( Read more... )

Let me not to the marriage of true minds ( Read more... )

Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs ( Read more... )

I was leaving a country of rain for a country of apples. I hadn't much time. I told my beloved to wear his bathrobe, his cowboy boots, a black patch like a pirate might wear over his sharpest eye. My own bags were full of salt, which made them shifty, hard to lift. Houses had fallen, face first, into the mud at the edge of the sea. Hurry, I thought ( Read more... )