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Maisie’s been holding down her hea… Her little red head. And her poin… Rests on her neck that slips so so… The square-cut low-necked darling… In such a way, since it’s high-wai…
Whenever I think of you, you are… Shut by yourself between Great walls of stone. There is a stool, I think, and a… And a mat underneath your feet;
I wish you’d seen that dirty littl… Finger at nose, Peeking and ginking at some girls… Seated on the high window-sills to… One of the girls had hair as brigh…
Today, in class, I read aloud to forty little boys The legend of King Croesus’ boast… They were so young, Restless, and eager, I believed t…
When I am making poetry I’m good And happy then. I live in a deep world of angelhoo… Afar from men. And all the great and bright and f…
Every night I hurry home to see If a letter’s there from you to me… Every night I bow my head and say… ‘There’s no word at all from him t…
You may have other loves, Red mouths to kiss. Why should you lose That loveliness for this? No loveliness of mine
Today they made a bonfire Close to the cherry tree And smoke like incense drifted Through the white tracery. I think the gardener really
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
When I am so worn out I cannot sl… And yet I know I have to work nex… Or lose my job, I sometimes have… To one long dead, who listens when… I ask Saint Rose of Lima for the…
How funny it would be if dreamy I Should leave one book behind me wh… And that a book of Law’this sil… Just written for the money it will… I do hope, when it’s finished, I’…
I like the riders Clad in rose and blue; Their colours glitter And their horses too. Swift go the riders
The sun’s my fire. Golden, from a magnificence of blu… Should be its hue. But woolly clouds, Like boarding-house old ladies, co…
She is not of the fireside, My lovely love; Nor books, nor even a cradle, She bends above. No, she is bent with lashes,
Today I saw A market cart going along the road… High-piled and creaking with a son… Of cabbages. The driver sat