Louis James Block

Poems (4)

• 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, …