Lucien could turn a phraseUntil more than phrases turned on him.Just twenty, he lept to life’s maze,With angelic face and figure trim. Paris with its jumbled ruesOf dames and writers sweet as sucre:Actresses and poets whoseCareers were impoverished or trés lucre. Onto...
Like a novel his book does readThree acts: and two so dire!Born with raw intelligence, indeedHe lived on earth as in hell’s fire. Not born a slave, for no one is! Like all, he has the seed of freedom Deep in his heart, nearly buckled, on his knees. But he would not...
I am slender and pretty and fairSurely, I turned your head and you took note.Do you like what I did with my hair?Don’t make me ask; I don’t like to gloat. I learned that I must pay attentionTo art and books so thatAt dinner parties I can mentionThe latest—though I...
Alexandra and the landDramatically one.The soil: her wedding band.She was father’s favorite among his sons. She saw growth out there where othersCould only see what went on before.Her hands to the crops were mothers;Her days made our nation’s lore. In history books...
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