Poems found: 25
ALIVE, THIS MAN WAS MANES, A COMMON SLAVE
CHILDREN HAVE PUT PURPLE / REINS ON YOU, HE GOAT
CHILDREN, BILLY GOAT, HAVE PUT CRIMSON REINS.
FOR HER LOCUST, NIGHTINGALE OF THE FIELDS . . .
HOMAGE TO QUINTUS SEPTIMIUS FLORENTIS CHRISTIANUS (1)
HOMAGE TO QUINTUS SEPTIMIUS FLORENTIS CHRISTIANUS (2)
I AM HERMES. I STAND IN THE CROSSROADS BY A WINDY
LOUNGE IN THE SHADE OF THE LUXURIANT LAUREL'S
NO LONGER SHALL I EXULT IN THE FLOATING SEAS AND ARCH.
NO LONGER, AS BEFORE, WILL YOU WAKE AT DAWN AND FLAP.
OFTEN ON THIS HER DAUGHTER'S TOMB DID CLEINA GRIEVE.
THIS TOMB DAMIS BUILT FOR HIS COURAGEOUS HORSE.