Poems by William H. Simpson

Are you not weary,
O desert dust witches? I cannot see who waltzes with you
In close e...

I hear wailing.
Great ships are sailing
Into your arms; and nevermore
They port on any shore. ...

Ghosts of the early earth!
The sly coyote knows you,
And the timid deer.
I asked the eagle, ...

Words, such as dreamers utter;
Songs, played on dulcet strings;
Pictures, that hold beauty...

To the staccato of the booming drum,
To the dance-step of the moccasined feet,
And swaying of...

The swift scouts of dawn ride in,
Their lances flame-tipped.
The waning moon shines whitely,
...