Add to ORKGI want to write a poem for you, my lover; my minstrel with white skin that absorbs me, my minstrel that saves me from myself and brings me to hide —growing oh so small, so small in your arms . . . ever so small, till I can burrow between your fingers..
As scent of freezia in the winter gloom Recalls the look of flowers long since dead, Bruised hearts ...
Wandering Minstrel\u27s 14 Points. Songs and poems. Image 5 of 10.https://digitalcommons.lmu.edu/tie...
On either side of me the great wheels turn, Sifting the hot dry earth into the air like smoke..
So fast, so fine It must be made of butterflies, Not they, themselves, but the thing they do: A slei...
Tenderly but not too slow True love can ne\u27er forgetfondly as when we metDearest I love thee yet,...
Oh, to see him preen — ruffling all his edges, wingtips unfurled, wings wide and spreading; a cool m...
April, Its spent blossoms Blown in drifts on the lawn, Lifts its many promised fingers To May..
The long hands the face the lovely throat The polished nails are radiant in candle light..
Someday through a silvery moonglow a voice will open a howl will scatter the stars, a shriek not ent...
I love you as an angry torrent raging Onward in its frantic headlong flight Toward endless seas. I l...
Bare branches reach upward in silent symphony of grace to web ashen sky with delicate pattern and I,...
Wandering Minstrel\u27s 14 Points. Songs and poems. Image 2 of 10.https://digitalcommons.lmu.edu/tie...
Oh come, insipid muse, and lend your aid To my reluctant pen, that I may end Quickly this tiresome t...
Long furlongs flew I, alone afoot, From larks and trees and precious things Toward bleak despair or ...
I stand and watch you fade behind the robe of white sheets. In your limp declining form I see fond m...
As scent of freezia in the winter gloom Recalls the look of flowers long since dead, Bruised hearts ...
Wandering Minstrel\u27s 14 Points. Songs and poems. Image 5 of 10.https://digitalcommons.lmu.edu/tie...
On either side of me the great wheels turn, Sifting the hot dry earth into the air like smoke..
So fast, so fine It must be made of butterflies, Not they, themselves, but the thing they do: A slei...
Tenderly but not too slow True love can ne\u27er forgetfondly as when we metDearest I love thee yet,...
Oh, to see him preen — ruffling all his edges, wingtips unfurled, wings wide and spreading; a cool m...
April, Its spent blossoms Blown in drifts on the lawn, Lifts its many promised fingers To May..
The long hands the face the lovely throat The polished nails are radiant in candle light..
Someday through a silvery moonglow a voice will open a howl will scatter the stars, a shriek not ent...
I love you as an angry torrent raging Onward in its frantic headlong flight Toward endless seas. I l...
Bare branches reach upward in silent symphony of grace to web ashen sky with delicate pattern and I,...
Wandering Minstrel\u27s 14 Points. Songs and poems. Image 2 of 10.https://digitalcommons.lmu.edu/tie...
Oh come, insipid muse, and lend your aid To my reluctant pen, that I may end Quickly this tiresome t...
Long furlongs flew I, alone afoot, From larks and trees and precious things Toward bleak despair or ...
I stand and watch you fade behind the robe of white sheets. In your limp declining form I see fond m...
As scent of freezia in the winter gloom Recalls the look of flowers long since dead, Bruised hearts ...
Wandering Minstrel\u27s 14 Points. Songs and poems. Image 5 of 10.https://digitalcommons.lmu.edu/tie...
On either side of me the great wheels turn, Sifting the hot dry earth into the air like smoke..