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  • You Will Hear Thunder
    You will hear thunder and remember me,
    And think: she wanted storms. The rim
    8 lines, 2 comments
  • I Taught Myself To Live Simply
    I taught myself to live simply and wisely,
    to look at the sky and pray to God,
    16 lines, 3 comments
  • Twenty-First. Night. Monday
    Twenty-first. Night. Monday.
    Silhouette of the capitol in darkness.
    12 lines
  • You Thought I Was That Type
    You thought I was that type:
    That you could forget me,
    13 lines, 3 comments
  • In Memory Of M. B.
    Here is my gift, not roses on your grave,
    not sticks of burning incense.
    20 lines, 1 comment
  • The Sentence
    And the stone word fell
    On my still-living breast.
    13 lines, 2 comments
  • Requiem
    Not under foreign skies
                            Nor under foreign wings
    289 lines
  • Memory Of Sun
    Memory of sun seeps from the heart.
    Grass grows yellower.
    16 lines, 2 comments
  • Greetings!
        Do you hear the soft rustle
        beside your table?
    13 lines
  • Here is my gift
    Here is my gift, not roses on your grave,
    not sticks of burning incense.
    21 lines
  • Music
    Something of heavens ever burns in it,
    I like to watch its wondrous facets' growth.
    9 lines
  • They Didn’t Meet
    They didn't meet me, roamed,
    On steps with  lanterns bright.
    24 lines
  • Muse
    When, in the night, I wait for her, impatient,
    Life seems to me, as hanging by a thread.
    9 lines
  • And as its Going
    And as it's going often at love's breaking,
    The ghost of first days came again to us,
    8 lines
  • Reading 'Hamlet'
    The lot by the graves was a dusty hot land;
    The river behind -- blue and cool. 
    21 lines
  • "Let Somebody Else Rest..."
    Let somebody else rest by southern sea,
    Enjoying the paradise land,
    8 lines
  • "I Don't Like Flowers..."
    I don't like flowers - they do remind me often
    Of funerals, of weddings and of balls;
    7 lines
  • "If the Moon On the Skies..."
    If the moon on the skies does not roam,
    But cools, like a seal above,
    13 lines
  • "In Human Closeness There..."
    In human closeness there is a secret edge,
    Nor love nor passion can pass it above,
    13 lines
  • "There Are the Words..."
    There are the words that couldn’t be twice said,
    He, who said once, spent out all his senses.
    3 lines
  • He Did Love
    He did love three things in this world:
    Choir chants at vespers, albino peacocks,
    6 lines
  • "The pillow hot"
    The pillow hot
    On both sides,
    9 lines
  • Gray-Eyed King
    Glory to you, inescapable pain!
    The gray-eyed king died yesterday.
    46 lines
  • I Wrung My Hands
    I wrung my hands under my dark veil. . .
    "Why are you pale, what makes you reckless?"
    12 lines, 1 comment
  • Song Of The Final Meeting
    My breast grew helplessly cold,
    But my steps were light.
    16 lines
  • "My Hands Clasped..."
    My hands clasped under a veil, dim and hazy…
    "Why are you so pale and upset?"
    13 lines
  • "'I have come to take your place, sister"
    'I have come to take your place, sister,
    At the high fire in the forest's heart.
    37 lines
  • How Many Demands...
    How many demands the beloved can make!
    The woman discarded, none.
    23 lines
  • In The Evening
    The garden rang with music
    Of inexpressible despair.
    16 lines
  • "I Was Born In the Right Time..."
    I was born in the right time, in whole,
    Only this time is one that is blessed,
    8 lines, 1 comment
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