Old poems and older poems. The art in here is far more recent - all illustration tiles were made between April 20, 2024 and May 12, 2024.
Some of these poems were published in a chapbook, Eleusinian Mysteries, in 1995, under the pen name Sarah Maddo...
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I have been one acquainted with the night - Robert Frost
I have walked the night-lit ways Past pine trees (climbing the wind-whipped gloom) The embrace of their limbs a myrrh-scented tomb; The evergreen hall where lovers cry, An evergreen crypt where lovers lie. I have padded the husky hills Amid the bodies of stricken leaves And followed the current of where the wind willed And soared on the swells of where the fog heaved. I have spoken with singing Sidhe Drunken on rhyme and faery mead – The barrow lady who sang with me Poured waters of life to quench my need. I have learned the ways of mist, Paid heed to words the adder hissed, And heard the veins of those I kissed. I have, wolf-wise, howled the moon's praise – I have walked the night-lit ways.
