Poems by Alan Seeger

Her eyes under their lashes were blue pools
Fringed round with lilies; her bright hair unfurled
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I Do you remember once, in Paris of glad faces,
The night we wandered off under the third moo...

Down the strait vistas where a city street
Fades in pale dust and vaporous distances,
Stained ...

I have a rendezvous with Death
At some disputed barricade,
When Spring comes back with rustlin...

I First, London, for its myriads; for its height,
Manhattan heaped in towering stalagmite;
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