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What should I be but a prophet and a liar,Whose mother was a leprechaun, whose father was a friar?Teethed on a crucifix and cradled under water,What should I be but a fiend’s god-daughter? And who should be my playmates but…
As I went walking up and down to take the evening air, (Sweet to meet upon the street, why must I be so shy?) I saw him lay his hand upon her torn black hair; (“Little dirty Latin child, let…
How shall I know, unless I go To Cairo and Cathay,Whether or not this blessed spot Is blest in every way?Now it may be, the flower for me Is this beneath my nose:How shall I tell, unless I smell The…
And if I loved you Wednesday, Well, what is that to you?I do not love you Thursday— So much is true.And why you come complaining Is more than I can see.I loved you Wednesday,—yes—but what Is that to me?
We were very tired, we were very merry—We had gone back and forth all night on the ferry.It was bare and bright, and smelled like a stable—But we looked into a fire, we leaned across a table,We lay on a…
Safe upon the solid rock the ugly houses stand: Come and see my shining palace built upon the sand!
My candle burns at both ends; It will not last the night;But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends— It gives a lovely light!
(Vassar College, 1918)O, loveliest throat of all sweet throats, Where now no more the music is,With hands that wrote you little notes I write you little elegies! I. EpitaphHeap not on this mound Roses that she loved so well;Why bewilder…
Aye, but she?Your other sister and my other soulGrave Silence, lovelierThan the three loveliest maidens, what of her?Clio, not you,Not you, Calliope,Nor all your wanton line,Not Beauty’s perfect self shall comfort meFor Silence once departed,For her the cool-tongued, her the…
When reeds are dead and straw to thatch the marshes,And feathered pampas-grass rides into the windLike Agèd warriors westward, tragic, thinnedOf half their tribe; an over the flattened rushes,Stripped of its secret, open, stark and bleak,Blackens afar the half-forgotten creek,—Then…