Imogene Wagner Poems

Lovely
Coquettish maids
Peeking painted faces
Coyly from under tilted green
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Oh, listen! Listen closely now
And breathe no sound to interfere...
I put the needle on the record, there!
And now the music comes to tell the ear.
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I thank the heart for being
A store house free to spend
Love foolishly and liberally
On every new found friend;
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Sweet, sweet, you are the music of my heart
Playing its Overture of Adoration;
Soft violins that plead their Spirit's strings
Into my sense to lure the soul's elation,
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I come on hurried running feet,
Annoyed with time,
Vexed with the lady down the street
Hunting a dime-
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He stained my glasses with harsh words
And for that day
I looked upon the world of men
all dirty grey.
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I searched my bed indignantly,
It seemed I laid on stones
But in surprise I found that I
Was laying on my bones!
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I

In Spring
Your memory
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Hope is a fragile bubble,
Opalescent starred,
That bursts when callous trouble
Breathes on it too hard.
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It's just a mortal gesture, I don't know
Why people word goodbye when good friends go,
But somehow social unrest tangles me
Into this act, as if a sentence free
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