Anna Hempstead Branch
Anna Hempstead Branch Poems
|1.||Grieve Not, Ladies||1/4/2003|
|4.||Dominus Vineae; Spiritus Agricola||4/14/2010|
|5.||So I May Feel The Hands Of God||4/14/2010|
|6.||The Wedding Feast||4/14/2010|
|7.||While Loveliness Goes By||4/14/2010|
|8.||New York At Sunrise||6/17/2015|
|9.||To An Enemy||4/14/2010|
|11.||Connecticut Road Song||4/14/2010|
|12.||To A New York Shop-Girl Dressed For Sunday||1/4/2003|
|13.||The Monk In The Kitchen||1/4/2003|
|14.||Songs For My Mother||1/4/2003|
|16.||The Warrior Maid||4/14/2010|
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Songs For My Mother
I. Her Hands
My mother's hands are cool and fair,
They can do anything.
Delicate mercies hide them there
Like flowers in the spring.
When I was small and could not sleep,
She used to come to me,
And with my cheek upon her hand
How sure my rest would be.
For everything she ever touched
Of beautiful or fine,
Their memories living in her hands
Would warm that sleep of mine.
Her hands remember how they played ...
The Monk In The Kitchen
Order is a lovely thing;
On disarray it lays its wing,
Teaching simplicity to sing.
It has a meek and lowly grace,
Quiet as a nun's face.
Lo -- I will have thee in this place!
Tranquil well of deep delight,