Clement Wood Sun Poems

• 1. Wide Haven
  Tired of man's futile, petty cry,
  Of lips that lie and flout,
  I saw the slow sun dim and die
  And the slim dusk slip out . . .
  ...
• 2. Berkshires In April
  It is not Spring-not yet-
  But at East Schaghticoke I saw an ivory birch
  Lifting a filmy red mantle of knotted buds
  Above the rain-washed whiteness of her arms.
  ...

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