Submissions by Baxter, Garth ( 31 texts )

Texts

• Grandmother, think not I forget, when I come back to town; title: "Grandmother, think not I forget"
• When you start on the journey to Ithaca; title: "The Journey to Ithaca"
• Little Lamb, child of mine; title: "Little Lamb"
• Here come the reapers; title: "Here come the reapers"
• My husband gives me an A for last night's supper; title: "Marks"
• When you are old and gray and full of sleep
• Let it be you who lean above me
• There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground; title: "There will come soft rains"
• Nights without sleep and days; title: "Nights without sleep"
• I must have passed the crest a while ago; title: "The long hill"
• I came to the crowded Inn of Earth; title: "The Inn of Earth"
• I stood beside a hill; title: "February twilight"
• Your face is beautiful beyond all other faces; title: "Your face is beautiful"
• A little while when I am gone
• It is a fearful thing to love what death can touch; title: "What death can touch"
• How friendly my failures have become; title: "Self Portrait at 44"
• Where are the loves that we have loved before; title: "L'envoi"
• She wore her coming death as gracefully as if it were a coat she'd learned to sew; title: "Caroline"
• I remember all the beauty of her; title: "Gone with the wind"
• I remember/ Days passed so slowly; title: "August"
• She sits in the tawny vapour; title: "A wife in London"
• She wore a new "terra cotta" dress; title: "A thunderstorm in town"
• They come beset by riddling hail; title: "The battle"
• Had he and I but met; title: "The man he killed"
• My Love's gone a-fighting; title: "My Love's gone a-fighting"
• If you had known; title: "If you had known"
• They throw in Drummer Hodge, to rest
• South of the Line, inland from far Durban
• In the tavern of my heart; title: "The tavern"
• The old West, the old time; title: "Spanish Johnny"
• Across the shimmering meadows; title: "The hawthorn tree"

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