October Afternoon, by Marjorie Allen Seiffert
The air is warm and winey-sweet,
Over my head the oak-leaves shine
Like rich Madeira, glossy ...
The air is warm and winey-sweet,
Over my head the oak-leaves shine
Like rich Madeira, glossy ...
I Grey grasses drown
In thin brown water
Wound like a chain on the valley's
Sunken breast. &n...
I At first in dreams
I pressed you so close
That you melted away on my breast,
But now I wai...
Of Mrs. X You--
Too well fed for rebellion,
Too lazy for self-respect, too timid for murder,...
I. DOORWAY Carven angels
On the portals,
Angels with crowns, and eagles
And golden lions
O...
Rain, rain murmuring endless complaints
In mournful whisperings that never cease,
You bring m...
We stood together on a balcony
An hour when the night
Died into blackness,
And light mist
Cu...
Fear not, beautiful lady,
That I shall ravish you!
Your arms are langorous lilies--
There is...
I Your eyes are beautiful beggars,
Careless singing minstrels,
Who will not starve
Nor slee...
Your smile is a heron, flying
Over waters cool,
My thoughts of you are blue Iris!
Today is t...
A bird is three things:
Feathers, flight and song,
And feathers are the least of these. &nbs...
I hold you fast, your hurrying breath,
Your wandering feet, your restless heart,
Are mine a...
Tower of stone
Rugged and lonely,
My thoughts like ivy
Embrace my memory of you,
Climbing r...
Your face
Was a temple
From which your soul
Came to me beneath arched brows:
And my soul kne...
Like sun on grasses
Warming to life
Quaint beetles, curious weeds,
Till earth awakens, preg...