Arthur Davison Ficke
Arthur Davison Ficke Poems
|1.||Like Him Whose Spirit||4/22/2010|
|4.||Portrait Of An Old Woman||4/22/2010|
|5.||Serenade In Firelight||4/22/2010|
|8.||Fate With Devoted...||4/22/2010|
|9.||From Sonnets Of A Portrait Painter||4/22/2010|
|12.||I Am Weary Of Being Bitter||4/22/2010|
|13.||I Am In Love With High Far-Seeing Places||1/4/2003|
|14.||The Three Sisters||1/4/2003|
The Three Sisters
Gone are the three, those sisters rare
With wonder-lips and eyes ashine.
One was wise and one was fair,
And one was mine.
Ye mourners, weave for the sleeping hair
Of only two, your ivy vine.
For one was wise and one was fair,
But one was mine.