Poems by Elizabeth Coatsworth

He stood before her tall and very strong.
The swine and tigers crouched about her feet
And lick...

Fly low, vermilion dragon,
With the moon horns.
Fly down to the top of the mountains
That I ...

All day the long cold fingers of the rain
Have pried at the gray tiles above the graves,
Finis...

Nay, bury her in her cloak; she was not one
To prison in a coffin. At her head,
When you have...

Prince Sung built Tsheng-leng tower
From which he might espy
Dame Sik of the smoke-like hair
A...

In the whole graveyard there is not a nymph
To rustle through the yellow fall of leaves,
Upon ...

Cover me over,
Cover me deep,
Leaves of silence,
Leaves of sleep..
Bury my body and hands ...

Always when Absalom returned at night,
Tired from hunting, yet adventure-filled,
'Twas Micha...

Moon over Japan.
White butterfly moon!
The waters wash against the sacred islands
Where steps ...

The earth's coat is the green of young willows
Beside brown streams.
It is embroidered with flo...