Aline Murray Kilmer
Aline Murray Kilmer Poems
|1.||The Heart Knoweth Its Own Bitterness||10/5/2010|
|3.||For All Ladies Of Shalott||10/5/2010|
|5.||Song Against Children||10/5/2010|
|7.||To A Child Shut In A Bedroom||10/5/2010|
|8.||To An Intruder||10/5/2010|
|9.||To Sappho, About Her Apple||10/5/2010|
|14.||The Stirrup Cup||10/5/2010|
|15.||The Touch Of Tears||10/5/2010|
|16.||Words To An Irish Air||10/5/2010|
|18.||Tour De Force||10/5/2010|
|20.||One Shall Be Taken And The Other Left||10/5/2010|
|23.||A Wind Rose In The Night||10/5/2010|
|30.||The Night Cometh||10/5/2010|
|31.||If I Had Loved You More||10/5/2010|
Comments about Aline Murray Kilmer
IF I had loved you, soon, ah, soon I had lost you.
Had I been kind you had kissed me and gone your faithless way.
The kiss that I would not give is the kiss that your lips are holding:
Now you are mine forever, because of all I have cost you.
You think that you are free and have given over your sighing,
You think that from my coldness your love has flown away:
But mine are the hands you shall dream that your own are holding,
And mine is the face you shall look for when you are dying.
Kenton and Deborah, Michael and Rose,
These are fine children as all the world knows,
But into my arms in my dreams every night
Come Peter and Christopher, Faith and Delight.
Kenton is tropical, Rose is pure white,
Deborah shines like a star in the night;
Michael’s round eyes are as blue as the sea,
And nothing on earth could be dearer to me.