Poems by Marjorie Allen Seiffert

Poems by Marjorie Allen Seiffert

Argolis, by Marjorie Allen Seiffert

Like sun on grasses
Warming to life
Quaint beetles, curious weeds,
Till earth awakens, preg...

The Bow Moon, by Marjorie Allen Seiffert

(A print by Hiroshige) From the dawn, Také San,
Ungathered star,
Follow me back thro...

Disillusion, by Marjorie Allen Seiffert

I touch joy and it crumbles under my fingers--
The dust from it rises and fills the world,
It ...

The Dream House, by Marjorie Allen Seiffert

I steal across the sodden floor
And dead leaves blow about,
Where once we planned an iron door...

Elegy, by Marjorie Allen Seiffert

I would be autumn earth, and hold
Your beautiful body, slain,
Where, lying still and cold, ...

The King Sends Three Cats to Guinevere, by Marjorie Allen Seiffert

Queen Guinevere,
Three sleek and silent cats
Bring you gifts from me.   The first is a g...

La Fèlice, by Marjorie Allen Seiffert

La Fè lice, by the forest pond
looks through the leaves to the Western screen
of Chines...

Lolita Now is Old, by Marjorie Allen Seiffert

Lolita now is old,
She sits in the park, watching the young men pass
And huddles her shawl ag...

Maternity, by Marjorie Allen Seiffert

Sturdy is earth,
Dull and mighty,
Unresentful--
Of her own fertility
Covering scars
With h...

The Moonlight Sonata, by Marjorie Allen Seiffert

My soul storm-beaten as an ancient pier
Stands forth into the sea; wave on slow wave
Of shining...

Mountain Trails, by Marjorie Allen Seiffert

(Glacier Park, Sept. 1917) I Night stands in the valley
Her head
Is bound with stars,
Whil...

Night, by Marjorie Allen Seiffert

I opened the door
And night stared at me like a fool,
Heavy dull night, clouded and safe--
I...

Nocturne, by Marjorie Allen Seiffert

It is enough
To feel your beauty
With the fingers
Of my heart,   Your beauty, like the...

October Afternoon, by Marjorie Allen Seiffert

The air is warm and winey-sweet,
Over my head the oak-leaves shine
Like rich Madeira, glossy ...

Ode in the New Mode, by Marjorie Allen Seiffert

Your face
Was a temple
From which your soul
Came to me beneath arched brows:
And my soul kne...