Poem by Alice Corbin Henderson

Apparitions

I

A thin gray shadow on the edge of thought
Hiding its wounds:
These are the wounds of sorrow
It was my hand that made them;
And this gray shadow that resembles you
Is my own heart, weeping . . .
You sleep quietly beneath the shade
Of willows in the south.

II

When the cold dawn stood above the house-tops,
Too late I remembered the cry
In the night of a wild bird flying
Through the rain-filled sky.

1. From the Stone Age
2. Fallen
3. The Great Air Birds Go Swiftly by
4. O World
5. One City Only

John Kenyon Apparitions ("If, as they say, the Dead erewhile return")

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