Archibald MacLeish (7 May 1892 – 20 April 1982 / Glencoe, Illinois)
Poems by Archibald MacLeish : 8 / 33
De Votre Bonheur Il Ne Reste Que Vos Photos Sipsce…
And the rain since
And I have not heard
Leaf at the pane all winter
Nor a bird's wing beating as that was
I have not seen
All year your leaning face again
Since I have never wakened but that smell
Of wet pine bark was in the room.
Archibald MacLeish
Submitted: Wednesday, April 07, 2010
Poems by Archibald MacLeish : 8 / 33
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