Titus Munson Coan

Poems (3)

• A Dream of Flowers

  Even at their fairest still I love the less / The blossoms of the garden than the blooms …

• Nihil Humani Alienum

  In the loud waking world I come and go, / And yet the twofold gates of dreams are mine; …

• The Crystal

  Olympian sunlight is the Poet’s sphere; / Yet of his rapt unconscious thought at play …