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Americus by Florence Ripley Mastin

A little pulse throbbed in his throat When he recited. Homely things, Wee thoughts like grubs, had fairy wings For him. His dark eyes held the sun — Mystical; in a room unlit, He was my taper. And the tune … Continue reading

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A Moment by Florence Ripley Mastin

What is a moment, fleeting as the dew, Fragile as frost ferns on the window-pane? What chemistry as secret as the blue That stains the wind-flower, builds the mind again Upon a pointed moment till it breaks Its customary sheath … Continue reading

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