Poems found: 25
I DO NOT REGRET, NOR CRY, NOR CLAMOUR
O FIELDS OF CORN, O FIELDS OF CORN
WHERE, MY CHILDHOOD'S HOME, ART THOU
I AM THE LAST POET OF THE VILLAGES
I'LL NO MORE GO ROAMING, NO MORE SEEKING
NOT VAIN THE WINDS THAT SHOOK THE SKIES
SHAGANEH, SWEET MY OWN SHAGANEH!
GOLDEN GLADE HAS CEASED - NO MORE WE HEAR
LITTLE THATCHED HOUSE I WAS BORN IN
WAKE ME TOMORROW AT BREAK OF DAY
WHITENING MOON ALOFT, FROZEN PLAINS BELOW
YES, IT'S DONE. THERE'S NO RETURN