Poems by Margaret Widdemer
The Unfound City
... . . . Have ye not seen our eyes that seek its light, ...
Once I Met Happiness
... All the leaves dew-pearled, ...
Certainties
... Comes the one scar that your heart shall hide ...
And If You Came
... My throat that something clutched the while, ...
Givers
... And an endless demesne where my dreams can live my whole life through ...
The Factories
... - was it I? I have robbed my sister of the lips against her breast ...
In An Office Building
... That I should dream, some far-off night from this ...
Gods Places
... And through the windowed canyon's end the sky's sweet blue ...
Interim
... . . Oh, hush, my soul, take comfort now ...
The Beggars
... And the clothes last, the thought runs on, within ...
Unspelled
... And mocking echoes cried across the chill ...
Swan-Child
... (For Aline) MY feet have touched the Dancing Water, ...
When I Was A Young Girl
... . ." When I was a young girl, a young girl, a young girl, ...
The Jester
... . . Shall they not mock me, these pain-haunted ones, ...
Discovery
... Line on proud line it faced me there ...
