James Benjamin Kenyon
Poems (4)
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Bring Them Not Back
Yet, o my friend—pale conjurer, I call / Thee friend—bring, bring the dead not back again, … -
Come Slowly, Paradise
O dawn upon me slowly, Paradise! / Come not too suddenly, … -
Death and Night
The bearded grass waves in the summer breeze; / The sunlight sleeps along the distant hills; … -
Tacita
She roves through shadowy solitudes, / Where scentless herbs and fragile flowers …