Submissions by Baxter, Garth ( 31 items )

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