Poèmes

Love just knocked the door.

Back out of all this now too much for us,

The land was ours before we were the land’s.

I found a dimpled spider, fat and white,

I have been one acquainted with the night.

The buzz saw snarled and rattled in the yard

Mary sat musing on the lamp-flame at the table

My long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree

When I see birches bend to left and right

Nature’s first green is gold,

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