Louis James Block
Poems (4)
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Fate
Three steps and I reach the door, / But a whole month rolls between … -
The Garden Where There Is No Winter
“se dio ti lasci, lettor, prender frutto / Di tua lezione.” -
Tuberose
Flower, that I hold in my hand, / Waxen and white and unwoful, … -
Work
Ah, blessedness of work! the aimless mind, / Left to pursue at will its fancies wild, …