Fragments of sin are a part of me. New brooms shall sweep clean the…
by Dev
You dweller in the dark cabin, To whom the watermelon is always purple,…
Too high, too high to pluck My heart shall swing. A fruit no bee shall…
Into the street the Piper stept, Smiling first a little smile, As…
I met a traveller from an antique land, Who said—“Two vast and…
I only hope that we don't lose sight of one thing - that it was all…
But in going down an alley, To a castle in a valley, They completely…
The apparition of these faces in the crowd: Petals on a wet, black…
While the moon rode over the garden, High in the arch of night, And…
O hushed October morning mild, Thy leaves have ripened to the fall;…
