Within an Old World, classic vase
She blossomed like a flower,
And made Italian summer days
Seem fleeting as an hour;
Then left the antique vase in gloom,-
Yet o'er its edges climb
Some petals, with a sweet perfume
That triumphs over time.

(C) John L. Stoddard
01/01/2000


Best Poems of John L. Stoddard

• Undine
• Corsica
• Contrasts
• Leo
• Fallen
• To Merans Northern Mountains
• Influence
• To J.b.
• My Garden
• Heimweh
• To M.c. Of Athens
• Mors Leonis
• To Hon Jesse Holdom Of Chicago, On Receipt Of His Picture And That Of His Baby In His Arms
• To C.
• Retirement
• At Hochfinstermuenz
• In Silence
• The Waif
• Proem
• The Faun
• The Butterfly