Madison Cawein
Poems (12)
- ComraderyWith eyes hand-arched he looks into
- DeathThrough some strange sense of sight or touch
- DirgeWhat shall her silence keep
- FlightThe song-birds? are they flown away?
- Ku KluxWe have sent him seeds of the melon’s core,
- ProemThere is no rhyme that is half so sweet
- ProemFrom “Myth and Romance”
- QuatrainsThe wind IN THE PINES
- The Creek-RoadCalling, the heron flies athwart the blue
- The Rain-CrowCan freckled Auguest,—drowsing warm and blonde
- The SoulAn heritage of hopes and fears
- To a Wind-FlowerTeach me the secret of thy loveliness,