Poems by Robert Crawford
Bereavement.
... The little feet have left the house, ...
Thought.
... Such feet has phantasy, more fleet than light, ...
Charon.
... And the far shore burns its signals ...
Autumn.
... * * * * * A pale light in the fading wood, ...
Death.
... Should teach us that our passing's but a sleep, ...
Song #14.
... The light of what has been, ...
Beauty.
... The warmth, the wonder, and the sweetness, that ...
The Poem.
... These bones have life, and this heart knows ...
On Olympus.
... As those in their fashion ...
Quiet Joy.
... Made for the earth, at one with all things here ...
The Bond.
... Love me for Love's sake till the dream is done, ...
Noonday Hills.
... The silent blue haze in the noonday hills ...
The Bride.
... Who had been her bright girlhood's peers ...
Experience.
... So many fall. Wrongs unrepented and unpunished breed ...
Natural Gifts.
... And some that have them not, deem that they have, ...
