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Peregrine Falcon

D.S. Martin

The falcon like a teardrop heaven cries / from higher than the city’s tallest tower / designed to fall precisely through clear skies...

Shepherd

D.S. Martin

On clear cold nights when far stars speckle skies / & woodsmoke goes straight up & disappears / a dozen constellations to my eyes...

She Writes of Her Garden (June 1930)

D.S. Martin

My Grandmother writes of her garden / wallflowers & cornflowers / from early April showers...