<iAfter Music Once in that interminable quest Of echo after last arpeggios, You put the harp's gold from your warming breast And showed how things have endings, and love goes. Fluxed in the...
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ST. CATHERINE'S ISLE By JOSEPH FRANT-WALSH IF YOU look westward from the hills of Palos Verdes upon the California coast, you will see the island of Santa Cata-lina floating, as you may suspect,...
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(^anctuary I kneel. Dumb are my lips, My sorrowing heart is numb. Low-murmured absolutions gently fall From out the curtained confessional. In shadow, here and there, a worshiper Bows down in...
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The Stranger We found him dead when we came in from work; The week before, he'd come along the trail That cuts our ledge where we've tunneled it And where our shack is built against the...
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I am weary of the world's ways And weary of my own. I will go and seek the valleys Where time is overthrown. I will scale the windy passes And lie down among the grasses And forget the lads...
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June 23, 1926 THE COMMONWEAL 187 POEM S ...
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44 THE COMMONWEAL May 19, 1926 hair on fire, and burnt away all the flesh of his face. his soul to fire and his...
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Qrucijixus There is blood upon God's naked breast, (O bosoms light with furtive rest!) There are thorns upon God's throbbing brow, (O laureled heads too proud to bow!) And God's thin hands have...
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55<> THE COMMONWEAL FATIMA SMITH By JOSEPH FRANT-WALSH March 24, 1926 THERE is a beloved family in our street known by the not uncommon name of Smith. It is in the patio of their home that...
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