Monthly Archives: April 2016

Sonnet of Motherhood XXVII – Zora Bernice May Cross

O, not alone I weave this miracle Of glowing spirit from my body’s zone. With every moment of the life unknown You feed the glory of a growing cell. All day I think of you, and night must tell Dreams … Continue reading

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Sonnet of Motherhood XXXI – Zora Bernice May Cross

Beloved, I who shall be mother soon  Need mothering myself this tired hour, As heavily the sweet and precious power Weighs on my heart till I am near to swoon. Console me, soothe me, Dearest, with the boon Of your … Continue reading

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The Fairie’s Fair – Zora Bernice May Cross

Who’s that dancing on the moonlight air,  Heel tapping, Toe-heel rapping?  Oberon opening the fairies’ fair  To jig away sorrow on the grave of Care. Come along, old folk, cold fork, bold folk,  Drop your shears at the midnight stroke.  … Continue reading

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The New Moon – Zora Bernice May Cross

What have you got in your knapsack fair, White moon, bright moon, pearling the air, Spinning your bobbins and fabrics free, Fleet moon, sweet moon, in to the sea? Turquoise and beryl and rings of gold, Clear moon, dear moon, … Continue reading

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One Art – Elizabeth Bishop

The art of losing isn’t hard to master;  so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster, Lose something every day. Accept the fluster of lost door keys, the hour badly spent. … Continue reading

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North Haven – Elizabeth Bishop

In Memoriam: Robert Lowell  I can make out the rigging of a schooner a mile off; I can count the new cones on the spruce. It is so still the pale bay wears a milky skin; the sky no clouds … Continue reading

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Manners – Elizabeth Bishop 

My grandfather said to me as we sat on the wagon seat, “Be sure to remember to always speak to everyone you meet.” We met a stranger on foot. My grandfather’s whip tapped his hat. “Good day, sir. Good day. … Continue reading

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