Chrome: her pretty childface smooth as steel, with eyes that would have been at home at the bottom of some deep Atlantic trench, c...old gray eyes that lived under terrible pressure. They say she cooked her own cancers for people who crossed her, rococo custom variations that took years to kill you.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
No more shall the war cry sever, Or the winding rivers be red:... They banish our anger forever When they laurel the graves of our dead! Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the Judgment Day:-- Love and tears for the Blue; Tears and love for the Gray.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The archbishop is away. The church is gray. He has left his robes folded in camphor... And, dressed in black, he walks Among fireflies.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Trusty, dusky, vivid, true, With eyes of gold and bramble-dew,... Steel-true and blade-straight The great artificer Made my mate.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Three forms I see on stretchers lying, brought out there untended lying,... Over each the blanket spread, ample brownish woolen blanket, Gray and heavy blanket, folding, covering all.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »