
For St. Valentine: Seven Days of Love Poems. Dickinson.
[449] I died for Beauty—but was scarce Adjusted in the Tomb When One who died for Truth, was lain In …
[449] I died for Beauty—but was scarce Adjusted in the Tomb When One who died for Truth, was lain In …
Mystic On the slope of the hill, the angels turn their wool robes in pastures of steel and emerald. Flame …
Ghazal of Unexpected Love No one could fathom the perfume, the dark magnolia of your belly. None could know what …
A Blessing in Disguise Yes, they are alive and can have those colors, But I, in my soul, am alive …
I Remember I am not ashamed of this. And be you not ashamed of this. It is not glorious, But …
Leaving Your City In the midnight bar your breath collapsed on me. I balanced on the tip of your smile, …
The Bandaged Shoulder He said he’d hurt himself against a wall or had fallen down. But there was probably some …