Poems by Yvor Winters
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To The Holy Spirit
... And trace thee down in thought, ...
The Fable
... But the crossed rock braces the hills and makes ...
Sonnet To The Moon
... But, when the eye pursues, will point with fire ...
Dark spring
... And spring, the sleep of the dead ...
By The Road To The Air Base
... Through gardens bare and Greek ...
Moonrise
... The branches, jointed, pointing ...
An October Nocturne
... And tremblingly slowly higher! ...
The Empty Hills
... This life with darkened gold, but here ...
Where My Sight Goes
... And all these things would take ...
A Song In Passing
... God knows what all this means! ...
Alone
... Listened days in summer trees, ...
One Ran Before
... I could tell Of silence where ...
Song
... dandelions quiver like a ...
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