Poems by Archibald MacLeish
Unfinished History
... We have made our bed in the changes of many months and the ...
The Old Men In The Leaf Smoke
... But which is which they wonder &mdash whether ...
Not Marble Nor The Gilded Monuments
... And you stood in the door and the sun was a shadow of leaves on your shoulders ...
Before March
... There is nothing left of that year in our lives but the leaves of it ...
