Poems by Gray John Henry
The Flying Fish
... sword, but cricket's wings,not to be one of the sons of air,to be rid of the water is all his prayer ...
Mane Nobiscum Domine
... Food of our souls enlightens and updriesour darkness and our tears ...
To Arthur Edmonds
... l child, in foul unwholesome shreds,Recalls some legend of a daisy chainThat makes a pretty necklace ...
