Mirage Around the lane's Familiar turn, I saw the house, With the churn Sunning on The old porch floor, And someone peering From the door. I heard a voice, Beloved, uncanny— And I was...
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September 2, 1925 THE COMMONWEAL 397 POEMS My eyes!—God, they burn! Has the dark descended? Has the sun ceased to turn? Has the universe ended? I saw a planet, Flaming and falling. 'Twas...
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