Poems by Robert Penn Warren
A Way to Love God
... At night They remember, however, that there is something they cannot remember ...
Evening Hawk
... The head of each stalk is heavy with the gold of our error ...
Mortal Limit
... And swing into the great circular downwardness that will restoreThe breath of earth ...
Tell Me a Story
... I heard them.I did not know what was happening in my heart ...
True Love
... Of the big white farmhouse under the maples for twenty-five years ...
San Francisco Night Windows
... So hangs the hour like fruit fullblown and sweet, ...
Dead Horse In Field
... Eyes gone, The two-year-old could, of course, more readily see ...
