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O little plum tree in the garden,… Aflower again, With memories of a million springs… Brief years of pain. O little tree, you have the power…
One summer day, along the street, Men pruned the gums To make them neat. The tender branches, white with fl… Lay in the sun
Though I had lost my love, The hills could calm me. Deep in a woodland grove No loss could harm me. But when I came to town,
Standing on tiptoe, head back, eye… Upraised, Kate groped to reach th… Her sleeve slid up like darkness i… At gleam of dawn. Impatient with… For lack of inches, careless of he…
Florence kneels down to say her pr… At night. I wonder what she says and why she… To pray at night. I think when she kneels down to pr…
I thought I heard something move… When I was alone in bed. And I was afraid . . . and I was… I lay—I quaked for dread. Then all of a sudden the rain bega…
I used to be afraid to meet The lovers going down our street. I’d try to shrink to half my size And blink and turn away my eyes But now I’m one of them I know
Ay, ay, ay, the lilies of the gard… With red threads binding them and… These shall be her symbols, for sh… Holy in her maidenhood and very fu… Ay, ay, ay, for she is very girlis…
You who are dead, Do you know They’ve dug up half the irises That used to grow Here in the quadrangle a year ago?
When day is over I climb up the stair, Take off my dark dress, Pull down my hair, Open my window
Sometimes I think God has his day… For being friends. He says: 'Forgive my careless way… No one pretends I’m always kind; but for today
Sometimes I watch you, mark your… Your grave brow over-weighted with… Your mouth’s straight line—details… That all aloofness in your aspect… And yet when in the dark down from…
Today I’d like to be a nun And go and say My rosary beneath the trees out th… In this shy sun
Sometimes I think the happiest of… Is the blest moment of release fro… The world once more is all one’s o… Upon one’s own and not another’s p… And each poor heart imprisoned by…
I bought a red hat To please my lover. He will hardly see it When he looks me over, Though it’s a fine hat.