John Bliven Morin Poems

This is the master bedroom - that noise?
Ah, beside the bed, that cradle rocks -
A draft of air no doubt, though draperied
windows all are shut with locks
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Come, inquisitive one, with me,
To my forbidding tower,
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One of Six witches sitting at tea:
'We're only half a coven, ' said she
'Where is Ada, Frieda and Fing?
Dancing yet in the toadstool ring?
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“Say me, wight in the brom;
Teche me how I shul don,
That min hosbonde
Me lovien wolde.”
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They are the voices that I hear,
They whisper ever’ day;
The dreams, they come mos’ ever’ night;
I scream at night, they say.
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by Elizabeth Barrett Browning Automatic Rifle

What was he doing, the demigod Man,
With his air-cooled, gas-operated, magazine-fed rifle;
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A caterpiller to a willer,
“Why are you weeping so? ”
The willer said “Somebody died;
It happened years ago,
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Sometimes I weep for my childhood;
For the days so long, long ago,
When the world was new
And I listened to
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I thought that I was through with love - all through -
When old age at long last caught up with me;
That was before, dear, before I met you.
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There once was a magical cow
Whose teats gave several flavors:
White and chocolate and buttermilk,
And a 'weekly special' to savour;
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