My friend declares Being woman and virgin she Takes small account of periodicity And she is right. Her days are calmly spent

Somebody brought in lilac, Lilac after rain. Isn’t it strange, belovéd of mine You’ll not see it again? Lilac glad with the sun on it

Every day Miss Mary goes her roun… Through the splendid house and thr… Looking if the kitchen table’s whi… Seeing if the great big fire’s ali… Finding specks on shining pans and…

There’s a band in the street, ther… It will play you a tune for a penn… It will play you a tune, you a tun… And you, though you haven’t got an… For the music’s free, and the musi…

All day long We sew fine muslin up for you to w… Muslin that women wove for you els… A million strong. Just like flames,

Ours was a friendship in secret, m… Stolen from fate. I must be secret still, show mysel… Early and late. ‘Isn’t it sad he was killed!' I m…

I have to make a soul for one Who lost his soul in childhood’s h… And I’m not sure’€”not really sur… If I have power. I don’t know whether souls are mad…

I’m like all lovers, wanting love… A very mighty thing for you and me… In certain moods your love should… That burnt your very life up in de… The only kind of love then to my m…

The people have drunk the wine of… In the streets of town. They smile as they drift with hear… Uphill and down. The people have drunk the wine of…

Sometimes I lose My power of loving for an hour or… Then I misuse My knowledge of friends’ secrets t… Them far more heartily than others…

‘I used to have dozens of handkerc… Of finest lawn. I used to have silk shirts and fin… He’s like a faun This darling out-at-elbows Irish…

All through the day at my machine There still keeps going A strange little tune through hear… As I sit sewing: ‘There is a child in Hungary,

I do hate the folk I love– They hurt so. Their least word and act may be Source of woe. ‘Won’t you come to tea with me?’

The sun’s my fire. Golden, from a magnificence of blu… Should be its hue. But woolly clouds, Like boarding-house old ladies, co…