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Collected Poems of Charis Southwell

 

Table of Contents

Preface to WWW Edition by R.F.Greenwood	Cover Jacket (First Edition)
Notes from the First Edition	Forward by William H. Southwell (First Edition)
Poems
Seabird	Spring
Storm	Dream
Dust	Journey
Reformation	To Hopkins' Nun
Waking	The Party
That there should be bright stars is yet a wonder	Oh my soul, my soul
I am the weakest of all things	I have this small spare gratitude to give
Dusk	Crocuses
Dawn	The Orchard
Our Family	To My Grandpa, Gene Wagstaff, When He Died
To Paula	Psalm
Acknowledgment	Lilacs
To Bill	Advent
Reservation Sunrise	The rim of the rock on top of the hill
A Position on Sin	The Conference
His guilt injured mind	Snowed In
I felt white wings like cobwebs on my face	We are afraid. We are afraid
The power of God touches the reaches of space	Exercise in Believing
Strange Seasons	I'm afraid of my own bewilderment
What a poem does	I tried to make a perfect line
My well is dry and the old pump rusted and cracked	A man who knows the small tragedies
Some said he rose and lived again.	What images can flow
The Restoration	Snow Field
Wrapped in the noise of falling snow	Where do the springtime flowers go
Do you ever wonder about grass	Life
Butterfly	I hear the quick hard answers to the old man
Summer's Dust	Three Poems From the Play "Emma"
One Shadow	I dreamed of golden days that never were
Ah so, the moving moon calls me to remember	I walk at Night
Dauphin	The gilded wheel spinning in the sun spiral
Are you waiting there behind the door?	To Death
Oh! Are you real?	Death
I hear the music of another spectrum

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