I lived from 1882-1964.
I was from the USA, and am in the Americas category.
My poetry
Not long did we lie on the torn, red field of pain.
We fell, we lay, we slumbered, we took rest,
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For such as you, I do believe,
Spirits their softest carpets weave.
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Lord, in the hour of tumult,
Lord, in the night of fears,
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Pyres in the night, in the night!
And the roaring yellow and red.
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Like a young child who to his mother's door
Runs eager for the welcoming embrace,
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SONG is so old,
Love is so new—
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MY true love from her pillow rose
And wandered down the summer lane.
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