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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This is November—that's a solemn sound! May, June, July, are lightly tripping words; Dark syllables are trampling on the ground; This is November—that's a solemn sound, Like the portentous,...
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'^Remembrance A night of watching stars and tides That whispered in the dark; Do you remember how we turned Into the silent park? I wonder now, across the world. If there are other gems As...
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610 POEMS The Faun In the recurrent dawn and dew He cut a reed and notched it true; Tra-lal tra-lal tra-lira-la! Right merrily he blew and blew. He puffed his cheeks, he pursed his lips; The...
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December 99, 1926 THE COMMONWEAL 215 POEMS arie Bash irtseff Gods A pulse fantastic, careless, absent-minded, A flurry of expense and then Mont Dore: The cup is full--linoleum on the floor....
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