Poetry

Ballade of the Ladies of Yore Tell me where, in what country, Is Flora the beautiful Roman, Archipiada or Thais Who was first cousin to her once, Echo who speaks when there’s a sound On ...

Grace We tell ourselves the truth at random times: what we crave from the menu, what sounds ridiculous on film. Otherwise, we hoard secrets: brown mice building a nest in the center of the woodpile, ...

A boat, beneath a sunny sky Lingering onward dreamily In an evening of July — Children three that nestle near, Eager eye and willing ear Pleased a simple tale to hear — Long has paled ...

Her Reply If all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd’s tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy Love. But Time drives flocks from ...

The Passionate Shepherd to His Love Come live with me and be my love, And we will all the pleasures prove That valleys, groves, hills, and fields, Woods, or steepy mountain yields. And we will ...