Poetic Openings : Don Marquis to Don Marquis

Poet : Don Marquis : Poem : The Sailor's Wife Speaks : First Line : Ye are dead, they say, but ye swore, ye swore,
Poet : Don Marquis : Poem : The Seeker : First Line : The creeds he wrought of dream and thought
Poet : Don Marquis : Poem : The Singer : First Line : A little while, with love and youth,
Poet : Don Marquis : Poem : The Struggle : First Line : I have been down in a dark valley;
Poet : Don Marquis : Poem : The Tavern Of Despair : First Line : The wraiths of murdered hopes and loves

Poet : Don Marquis : Poem : The Triolet : First Line : Your triolet should glimmer
Poet : Don Marquis : Poem : The Wages : First Line : Earth loves to gibber o’er her dross,
Poet : Don Marquis : Poem : They Had No Poet . . . : First Line : “Vain was the chief’s, the sage’s pride!
Poet : Don Marquis : Poem : This Earth, It Is Also A Star : First Line : Where the singers of Saturn find tongue,
Poet : Don Marquis : Poem : This Is Another Day : First Line : I am mine own priest, and I shrive myself

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