Muriel Stuart Poems
|43.||Forgotten Dead, I Salute You||12/31/2002|
|46.||A Song For Old Love||4/12/2010|
|47.||At A Life's End||1/1/2004|
|48.||Madala Goes By The Orphanage||4/12/2010|
|50.||In The Orchard||12/31/2002|
Comments about Muriel Stuart
In The Orchard
'I thought you loved me.' 'No, it was only fun.'
'When we stood there, closer than all?' 'Well, the harvest moon
Was shining and queer in your hair, and it turned my head.'
'That made you?' 'Yes.' 'Just the moon and the light it made
Under the tree?' 'Well, your mouth, too.' 'Yes, my mouth?'
'And the quiet there that sang like the drum in the booth.
You shouldn't have danced like that.' 'Like what?' 'So close,
Whith your head turned up, and the flower in your hair, a rose
That smelt all warm.' 'I loved you. I thought you knew
I wouldn't have danced like that with any...
IN days of ancient history
Who were you? Tell me if you know.
Between your kisses answer me
Were you a faun by Castaly
Tracking Urania or Clio?
Or a white boy in Arcady