Classic Fiction

God-Fearing Mrs. Bates

Old Mrs. Bates is always Peeping through her curtain, Peering up and down the street, Making very certain Of the wicked goings on Of all of her neighbors To and from their roisterers, To and More

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Thanksgiving … 1950

Hard, hard it is, this anxious autumn, To lift the heavy mind from its dark forebodings; To sit at the bright feast, and with ruddy More

Mid-November

I greeted the new day happily, but the sky was a gray that scowled at me, and the wind was a voice that turned away, More

November Jailbreak

I stopped this morning to admire A row of icicles in sun And watched prismatic colors run About them like a restless fire ... More

November Night

The wind goes keening through the dark, Disconsolate for what is lost— The rose, the leaf, the lyric stream Now songless under ice and frost.  More

Warning on Halloween

Whoever rings my doorbell Might as well roam; I won't be there with cookies, I won't be home ... More

Halloween Visitor

Tonight when the moon is soaring high, And the broomstick set invades the sky, I'm expecting, as the wee ghosts moan, The only witch I've ever known. More

Western Hills

A hill, out West, grows lanky and lean, No soft grass on it, no flabby green, Sun-tanned, wind-wrinkled, leather-skinned land, Tough and wiry as an More

Fall

Now is the drifting time when the leaves blossom, The sun of chrysanthemum in the soft blue sky. Slow dawn and hasty sunset seal the heavens. And a More

Swift Summer

Running with summer was a race Till, far from the familiar town, He comes upon an altered place Of green now turning, bronze to brown;  More

Song upon Maturity

Oh, now I need no longer fear Ingratitude, the jealous smile; For I have known the face of lies This bitter while. More

Jet-Age Reverie

When last the circling sun went down You sat in silence by my side To watch the crimson colors drown In night’s advancing westward tide. More

Watching Water

The emerald surf cascades in churning cream; The sea beyond is silent: in a dream Part colored by the moving wave and sky, And part by shadowed cloud More

Contemplative Blossom

Sitting in silence for an hour, I watched the petals of a flower Unfold, the fragile tissue slowly Opening till the heart lay wholly Golden and perfect in the More

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