I would trade you a spoon for a rusty egg…
Poet and Novelist
I would trade you a spoon for a rusty egg…
on a hill with a windmillway out in the sticksstood…
Propped upon a chaise so faint,so pale with antique grief,that…
It lies across her trembling palm, a shroud in miniature— white linen…
She holds it like a chastened bloom pressed flat by winter’s…
The room is dim, the air is thin,her breath a…
Lay bare this linen, pale as frost laid gently over nameless…
Her ribs, like harp-strings, faint and frail,Attuned to sorrow’s trembling…
From chambers dim with fading lightWhere shadows braid with grace,I…
There once was a valleyWhere horses ran freeThe province of…