Poetry
The City of Hope
(Moscow)
Beyond the plains where mighty rivers flow
The City of my Hope lies eastward…
The City of my Hope lies eastward…
She Walks in Beauty
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all…
Things That Grow
I like things with roots that know the earth,
Trees whose feet, nimble and brown,…
Trees whose feet, nimble and brown,…
I Have Cast the World
I have cast the world,
and think me as nothing.
Yet I feel cold on…
and think me as nothing.
Yet I feel cold on…