Little girls, You are gay, Little factory girls, At the end of your day. There you stand,

They say—priests say— That God loves the world. Maybe he does, When the dew is pearl’d On the emerald grass,

I’d love to have you on a rainy da… Tucked in a chair, my head against… To sit and dream with. Sometime y… My home-sharer whom rain can’t kee…

My Man Says I weigh about four ounces, Says I must have hollow legs.

I love to see Her looking up at me, Stretched on a bed In her pink dressing gown, Her arms above her head,

I have golden shoes To make me fleet. They are like the wind Underneath my feet. When my lover’s kiss

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…

A lady has a thousand ways Of doing nothing all her days, And so she thinks that they’re wel… She can be idle and content. But when I have a holiday

I in the library, Looking for books to read, Pulled one out twice to see If it fulfilled my need. Butler had written this

Today when you went up the hill And all that I could see Was just a speck of black and whit… Very far from me, It seemed more strange than words…

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…

Beauty does not walk through lovel… Beauty walks with horror in her ha… Down long centuries of pleasant wa… Men have found the terrible most f… Youth is lovelier in death than li…

O little year, cram full of duty, Rapture and sorrow, too, Show me the way from old paths of… Into the fields of dew. Strange lorn fields where the moon…

When I get up to light the fire, And dress with all the speed I ma… By candle-light, I dread the hour… That go to make a single day. But then I leave my room, and see

They say she was a creature of the… A lover of the angels, silence bou… She sought no friendships. She wa… Her sister Charlotte found. I know she nursed her brother till…