My Life in Poetry:
a reverse chronological progression
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index of first lines and titles
I cannot ask (mp3)Some might say these keys are cold, (mp3)
I lived a song that could be, (mp3)
I cried for the fallen past today (mp3)
O the wild beauty of a storm! (mp3)
Scatter the splinters of my soul
Song of the Westwind's Rising (mp3)
A drawn bowstring aquiver (mp3)
Leaves of autumn, russetted gold
Mystry'd winds bring shadows (mp3)
I dreamed a dream that once was
With the waters' bubble beside me (mp3)
Walk in shadows, unseen by all
With the din of merriment pounding
And thus spare no passing thought for such a one as I (mp3)
What happens when dreams (mp3)
Silvren darkness shining in (mp3)
Spanning a chasm, miles deep (mp3)
I hear a knocking, knocking, knocking
There are dirty minutes on my hands
Waving lilies in broad field dread fair
Wherefore silence is mine friend
There are sounds pleasing to the ear
The storms ending brings a new glow to the dawn
There is a freedom in confinement
I am the lone wolf that walks through walls
Standing in a barren landscape
Why do I sit here and delude myself? (mp3)
Once I walked alone, down by the sea (mp3)
To my roommate on her birthday
What is it that makes you look at me?