Anthony Blackwood Poems

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The Marble Virgin

Sprouting from a carpet of the lion’s flower,
Her grainy eyes droop and grieve,
For a child dead, stone white and cold,
Swaddled in her marble arms.

The Centipede

O Herr House Centipede,
Why dost thou terrify
When thou treadest upon my wall,
With thy trembling carapace