Poem by Helen Gray Cone

Summer Hours

  Hours aimless-drifting as the milkweed's down
    In seeming, still a seed of joy ye bear
    That steals into the soul when unaware,
  And springs up Memory in the stony town.

1. Isolation
2. The Going out of the Tide
3. The Arrowmaker
4. When Willows Green
5. Sister Snow

Print

1795 Views

Last Poems

To Russian version