Tag Archives: International Poetry Month

  On A Picture Of A Black Centaur By Edmund Dulac Your hooves have stamped at the black margin of the wood, Even where horrible green parrots call and swing. My works are all stamped down into the sultry mud. … Continue reading →

  The Elves Elves are no smaller than men, and walk as men do, in this world, but with more grace than most, and are not immortal. Their beauty sets them aside from other men and from women unless a … Continue reading →

  I Am Unicorn All that lives of legendry, Beauty, magic, mystery, Gentleness and purity, Dwells in me. I no mate, no kin, have known; None may claim me as his own; One is one, and all alone, It must … Continue reading →

  Touched by an Angel We, unaccustomed to courage exiles from delight live coiled in shells of loneliness until love leaves its high holy temple and comes into our sight to liberate us into life. Love arrives and in its … Continue reading →

Falling Stars Do you remember still the falling stars that like swift horses through the heavens raced and suddenly leaped across the hurdles of our wishes–do you recall? And we did make so many! For there were countless numbers of … Continue reading →

who knows if the moon’s … who knows if the moon’s a balloon,coming out of a keen city in the sky–filled with pretty people? (and if you and i should get into it,if they should take me and take you … Continue reading →

  Lepracaun or The Fairy Shoemaker Little Cowboy, what have you heard, Up on the lonely rath’s green mound? Only the plaintive yellow bird Sighing in sultry fields around, Chary, chary, chary, chee-ee! – Only the grasshopper and the bee? … Continue reading →