My Sorrow, when she’s here with me, Thinks these dark …
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My Butterfly
Thine emulous fond flowers are dead, too, And the daft …
Read Poem »Mowing
There was never a sound beside the wood but one, …
Read Poem »Misgiving
All crying, ‘We will go with you, O Wind!’ The …
Read Poem »Mending Wall
Something there is that doesn’t love a wall, That sends …
Read Poem »Meeting and Passing
As I went down the hill along the wall There …
Read Poem »Maple
Her teacher’s certainty it must be Mabel Made Maple first …
Read Poem »Looking For a Sunset Bird in Winter
The west was getting out of gold, The breath of …
Read Poem »Lodged
The rain to the wind said, ‘You push and I’ll …
Read Poem »Locked Out
As told to a child When we locked up the …
Read Poem »Leaves Compared With Flowers
A tree’s leaves may be ever so good, So may …
Read Poem »Into My Own
One of my wishes is that those dark trees, So …
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