Ah God, for a man with heart, head, hand,/ Like some of the simple great ones gone...
9:45 on a fine June night,/ I watch from the window and write and write...
Marc
They throw in Drummer Hodge, to rest/ Uncoffined – just as found...
Marc
I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree...
Marc
All afternoon, through the tall heat that slept/ For miles inland,/ A slow and stopping curve southwards we kept...
Marc
I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope/ For hope would be hope for the wrong thing...
Marc
When I was learning words/ and you were in the bath...
Marc
i thank You God for most this amazing/ day: for the leaping greenly spirits of trees...
Marc
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