Crossroads ~ Joyce Sutphen The second half of my life will be black to the white rind of the old and fading moon. The second half of my life will be water over the cracked floor of these desert years. I will land on my feet this time, knowing at least two languages and who […]
Poetry ~ Pablo Neruda And it was at that age…Poetry arrived in search of me. I don’t know, I don’t know where it came from, from winter or a river. I don’t know how or when, no, they were not voices, they were not words, nor silence, but from a street I was summoned, from […]
In a Garden ~ Amy Lowell Gushing from the mouths of stone men To spread at ease under the sky In granite-lipped basins, Where iris dabble their feet And rustle to a passing wind, The water fills the garden with its rushing, In the midst of the quiet of close-clipped lawns. Damp smell the ferns […]
Full Moon Elinor Wylie My bands of silk and miniver Momently grew heavier; The black gauze was beggarly thin; The ermine muffled mouth and chin; I could not suck the moonlight in. Harlequin in lozenges Of love and hate, I walked in these Striped and ragged rigmaroles; Along the pavement my footsoles Trod warily on […]
Golden Bough – Elinor Wylie These lovely groves of fountain-trees that shake A burning spray against autumnal cool Descend again in molten drops to make The rutted path a river and a pool. They rise in silence, fall in quietude, Lie still as looking-glass to every sense Save where their lion-colour in the wood Roars […]
