Poems by Marjorie Allen Seiffert

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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