Scharmel Iris
Poems (4)
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After the Martyrdom
They threw a stone, you threw a stone, / I threw a stone that day. … -
Early Nightfall
The pale day drowses on the western steep; / The toiler faints along the marge of sleep … -
Iteration
My son is dead and I am going blind, / And in the Ishmael-wind of grief … -
Lament
Lady, your heart has turned to dust, / Your wail is taken by the sea. …