The Loves of Cassandre
The Fairy
Those twin pulses of thickly clotted milk Ebb and flow through their white valley, As the salt-tide, in its estuary, Slowly rises, and slowly ebbs, like silk. A space is...
The Fairy
Those twin pulses of thickly clotted milk Ebb and flow through their white valley, As the salt-tide, in its estuary, Slowly rises, and slowly ebbs, like silk. A space is...
The Fisherman
Now when the sky and when the earth again Fill with ice: cold hail scattered everywhere, And the horror of the worst months of the year Makes the grass bristle across...
The Fisherman
Now when the sky and when the earth again Fill with ice: cold hail scattered everywhere, And the horror of the worst months of the year Makes the grass bristle across...
Two Heads
Those twin pulses of thickly clotted milk Ebb and flow through their white valley, As the salt-tide, in its estuary, Slowly rises, and slowly ebbs, like silk. A space is...
Two Heads
Those twin pulses of thickly clotted milk Ebb and flow through their white valley, As the salt-tide, in its estuary, Slowly rises, and slowly ebbs, like silk. A space is...
The Page Girl
I’m sending you some flowers, that my hand Picked just now from all this blossoming, That, if they’d not been gathered this evening, Tomorrow would be scattered on the ground....
The Page Girl
I’m sending you some flowers, that my hand Picked just now from all this blossoming, That, if they’d not been gathered this evening, Tomorrow would be scattered on the ground....
The Weeping Willow
It was hot, and sleep, gently flowing, Was trickling through my dreaming soul, When the vague form of a vibrant ghost Arrived to disturb my dreaming, softly Leaning down to...
The Weeping Willow
It was hot, and sleep, gently flowing, Was trickling through my dreaming soul, When the vague form of a vibrant ghost Arrived to disturb my dreaming, softly Leaning down to...
The Girl with the Torch
I’d like to burn all the dross of my human clay, So that I could take my flight to heaven, Making myself divine, like Alcmene’s son, Hercules, joining the gods,...
The Girl with the Torch
I’d like to burn all the dross of my human clay, So that I could take my flight to heaven, Making myself divine, like Alcmene’s son, Hercules, joining the gods,...