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Song of the Night

Song of the Night

A Poem by implicit


Sing the crickets and frogs and bugs and rain:“Summer is here and we are free again!”In perfect harmony, the great composers couldn’..
Storm in the Woods or In the Woods

Storm in the Woods or In the Woods

A Poem by implicit


This work goes by two similar titles
[Rain snores on]

[Rain snores on]

A Poem by implicit


Having gone untitled, this work goes by it's first line
For She is Sleep

For She is Sleep

A Poem by implicit


This is one of two versions of this work. It is unclear which is the earlier version.
[Can You See the Tree in the Square]

[Can You See the Tree in the Square]

A Poem by implicit


This unnamed work uses it's first line as a title.
Foliage

Foliage

A Poem by implicit


I see only leaves Yet with them variety- Some brown, turned to dust with a breeze Some green, dancing with gaiety Some crushed under feet Some or..
[I Wish I Had]

[I Wish I Had]

A Poem by implicit


This unnamed work takes it's first line as a title.
Lines Composed at Tollgate Road

Lines Composed at Tollgate Road

A Poem by implicit


How lovely is the shoot That sprouts from a minuscule seed, Not long after it first takes root It's adorned with magnificent leaves!
What Nobody Knows

What Nobody Knows

A Poem by implicit


Nobody knows Where the terramelons grow Nobody knows A good price for clothes Or the best recipe for scones Or how to read prose Or the Bolly-Wa..
Our Things Sing of Some "Thing"

Our Things Sing of Some "Thing"

A Poem by implicit


He is not a thing. but whatever

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