Don Marquis

“ When the blurred day lessens and grows dim!
And should this seem a stark parade
Of such a bond as mine and thine,
Forgive this boastful heart of mine
That brags it to the crowd, because
I love our names to intertwine.
POEMS
A Wood Fire The Paradox The Mystic A Ghost Speaks Heir and Serf A Gentleman of Fifty Soliliquizes Breath The Towers of Manhattan "Only Thy Dust..." ”