I do not doubt you. I know you love me. It is a fact of your indoor face, A true fancy of your muscularity. Your …
In Due Form
Laura’s Poetry
The Quids by Laura (Riding) Jackson
The little quids, the million quids, The everywhere, everything, always quids, The atoms of the Monoton— Each turned three essences where it stood And ground …
The Poet’s Corner
Here where the end of bone is no end of song And the earth is bedecked with immortality In what was poetry And now is …
The World and I
This is not exactly what I mean Any more than the sun is the sun. But how to mean more closely If the sun shines …
The Simple Line
The secrets of the mind convene splendidly, Though the mind is meek. To be aware inwardly of brain and beauty Is dark too recognizable. Thought …
With the Face
With the face goes a mirror As with the mind a world. Likeness tells the doubting eye That strangeness is not strange. At an early …
Yes and No
Across a continent imaginary Because it cannot be discovered now Upon this fully apprehended planet— No more applicants considered, Alas, alas— Ran an animal unzoological, …