O God! can I not save One from the pitiless wave? Is all that we see or…
by Dev
The morning comes to consciousness Of faint stale smells of beer From…
The grey sea and the long black land; And the yellow half-moon large…
Up here, with June, the sycamore throws Across the…
One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear, When they reach’d the…
In a Wonderland they lie, Dreaming as the days go by, Dreaming as the…
I gave my thoughts a golden peach, A silver citron tree; They…
This might be a seal set on me, The last kiss of whatever made me, Red…
My garden-plot I have not kept; Faded and all-forsaken, I weep as I…
Who sees the human face correctly: the photographer, the mirror, or the…
