Index of Poetry by First Lines
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Brown earth splits beneath my plow
Deep in your frank brown eyes I see
Do I write poetry with high hopes of success?
Down in the village, warmed by the sun
Each one exclaims, "A book I must write; "
From afar this Meadow beckoned
How was I carried to that lofty place?
I am a tidy soul; I need a house
I fear, when inspiration comes too quickly,
I have torn myself apart with living
I look across the snow and see
Mama is a poetess. I see behind her eyes
My heart breaks at the look in your sweet eyes
Oh, bitter truth, Oh, cold unyielding truth
Oh, my sweet, my soul-mate and my only spouse
So many times throughout the last great war
This is an era of great transition
We have lived together many years
Well disciplined nerves at last win out.
What could have happened to the trees
What is this look? I'm suddenly aghast.
When my soul soars to dizzying height
When we two were but little girls
White hot, frenzied crystal frost
Why, in the very midst of sorrow
Within the iron grip of poetry
Write your banner heads in blood
Yesterday while daddy was reading
You country-born and bred, small creature, fly!