lines written upon urra moor
Old God was too much with us. Quietly we wander through the moss-knolled, sodden peat upon the trackless and the …
Tag: Christie Florit
as the sleepers
I would that I were with those dead there in their restful deep, were still my bones in earthen …
to my child
how many rivers, how many earths have fused to make you flesh— deep-petalled eyes dew-closed as poppied hills of cathay; …