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The Angel's Kiss

© Andrew Barton Paterson

An angel stood beside the bed
Where lay the living and the dead.
He gave the mother -- her who died --
A kiss that Christ the Crucified

The Tavern

© Willa Cather

IN the tavern of my heart
Many a one has sat before,
Drunk red wine and sung a stave,
And, departing, come no more.

Poppies On Ludlow Castle

© Willa Cather

THROUGH halls of vanished pleasure,
And hold of vanished power,
And crypt of faith forgotten,
A came to Ludlow tower.

Paradox

© Willa Cather

I KNEW them both upon Miranda's isle,
Which is of youth a sea-bound seigniory:
Misshapen Caliban, so seeming vile,
And Ariel, proud prince of minstrelsy,

London Roses

© Willa Cather

"ROWSES, Rowses! Penny a bunch!" they tell you--
Slattern girls in Trafalgar, eager to sell you.
Roses, roses, red in the Kensington sun,
Holland Road, High Street, Bayswater, see you and smell you--

The Hawthorn Tree

© Willa Cather

ACROSS the shimmering meadows--
Ah, when he came to me!
In the spring-time,
In the night-time,

Arcadian Winter

© Willa Cather

WOE is me to tell it thee,
Winter winds in Arcady!
Scattered is thy flock and fled
From the glades where once it fed,

Fall

© Jonathan Bohrn

Understand the language
of fall, approaching:
Cold mornings
drawing your bundled warmth;

Vienna, December 1999

© Jonathan Bohrn

I watched
the winter light die from the bridge,
the sky a sinking empire's battleship,
ice floes' jagged edges
clink their cold toast
to a stilled Danube.