Poems by Elizabeth Daryush
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From the House of Yemanjá
... in my sleep her breasts are huge exciting anchors ...
Subalterns
... He said: Well I dont know ...
Flanders Fields
... Here, where sorrow still must tread, ...
Still-life
... She comes over the lawn, the young heiress, ...
Invalid Dawn
... That were there all night - ...
After Bank Holiday
... Those warm lives--to halls, maybe, ...
You Should at Times Go Out
... from where the faithful kneel, ...
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