The Creche Gabriel had gathered moss, Justine a tiny tree, Franqoise patted out the sand Where Jean Baptiste could see. They built the little stable up And hung the golden star, They set the...
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Young Girl with a Letter The postman like Apollo came Hard upon the dawn, He put it in the letter box And whistling was gone. And she who loved to lie abed Must rise and look and run, Her...
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June 13, 1928 THE COMMONWEAL POEMS in the Poplar Qypsy Lament From my window I can see Rain is in the poplar tree. Slanting silver ribbons tie All its branches to the sky. The proud...
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(§ortilege Something of her is all but told By the voice of the rain. April spends silver, June spends gold, That she may laugh again. She, who is sister to the sun. And elf-kin to the...
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zj&y Mother s Dress My mother's dress was black silk, It almost stood alone. It had a crazy bustle And a bodice of feather bone. It had a hundred ruffles And at the waistline set A dozen rows...
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