New Hampshire (collection) - Poems

Poems

  • New Hampshire
  • A Star in a Stone-Boat
  • The Census-Taker
  • The Star-Charmer
  • Maple
  • Where's my Hat?
  • The Ax-Helve
  • The Grindstone
  • The Grinderman
  • Paul's Wife
  • Gordon Brown
  • Wild Grapes
  • Place for a Third
  • Two Witches
  • An Empty Threat
  • A Fountain, a Wine Bottle, a Donkey's Ears, a Garbage can, Five barrels of Coal, a Broken Clock, a Burnt Hat and Some Books
  • I Will Sing You One-O
  • The consumed hat
  • The exploding barrel
  • Fragmentary Blue
  • Fire and Ice
  • In a Disused Graveyard
  • Dust of Snow
  • To E.T.
  • And then I sat and grew a tail
  • Nothing Gold Can Stay
  • The Runaway
  • The Aim Was Song
  • Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
  • For Once, Then, Something
  • She was like chewing glass
  • Blue-Butterfly Day
  • The Onset
  • To Earthward
  • Good-by and Keep Cold
  • Two Look at Two
  • Not to Keep
  • A Brook in the City
  • The Kitchen Chimney
  • Looking for a Sunset Bird in Winter
  • A Boundless Moment
  • Evening in a Sugar Orchard
  • Gathering Leaves
  • The Valley's Singing Day
  • Misgiving
  • A Hillside Thaw
  • Plowmen
  • On a Tree Fallen Across the Road
  • Our Singing Strength
  • The Lockless Door
  • The crushed face
  • The Need of Being Versed in Country Things
  • My Butterfly

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