Bond And Free

Love has earth to which she clings With hills and circling arms about- Wall within wall to shut fear out. But Thought has need of…

Borches

When I see birches bend to left and right Across the lines of straighter darker trees, I like to think some boy’s been swinging them….

Borches

When I see birches bend to left and right Across the lines of straighter darker trees, I like to think some boy’s been swinging them….

After Apple Picking

My long two-pointed ladder’s sticking through a tree Toward heaven still. And there’s a barrel that I didn’t fill Beside it, and there may be…

Acquanted With The Night

I have been one acquainted with the night. I have walked out in rain – and back in rain. I have outwalked the furthest city…