Poems by Edgar Bowers
Amor Vincit Omnia
... The mind will change, and change shall be relief ...
Dedication for a House
... Brick walls, wood floors, a roof, and windows up ...
Mary
... The rent For the empty rooms she gave to Thornwell Orphanage, ...
Elegy: Walking the Line
... That, one year, brought forth beech nuts by the thousands, ...
Variations on an Elizabethan Theme
... And blood suffused within the sunlit hand, Within the glistening eye the dew, ...
The Stoic: For Laura Von Courten
... Which, though all time corrode with constant hurt, ...
The Poet Orders His Tomb
... But how shall I, in my brief space, describe ...
For Louis Pasteur
... My childhood friend, George Humphreys, whom I still see ...
Autumn Shade
... 7 A dormant season, and, under the dripping tree, ...
The Virgin Considered As A Picture
... Yet what her pose conceals we might surmise ...
Clear-seeing
... But he, Clutching my sleeve to pull me closer, whispered, ...
The Mountain Cemetery
... Is for these bones, bees, trees, and leaves the same ...
An Afternoon at the Beach
... The land, the swimmers, and myself seem strange, ...
Clothes
... ” While no one else moved, Frau Schmidt brought a towel ...
John
... The chair, the books and pictures, pastures and fields, ...
