American Literature · Anthology · Classic · Collection · Compilation · Erotica · Excerpt · Fragment · Passage · Poetry

Blanche Shoemaker Wagstaff

Darkness. Silence that weeps in my heart. Ashes on my hearth and the cry of a lonely bird at the window. The trees that shiver in the wind. Darkness. And youth passing by- … To listen and hear no footstep…. — Blanche Shoemaker Wagstaff, from “The Book of Love,” Poetica Erotica . (New York : M.… Continue reading Blanche Shoemaker Wagstaff

Rate this:

American Literature · Classic · Collection · Erotica · Excerpt · Passage · Poetry

Blanche Shoemaker Wagstaff

You, Beloved, are the silvery lake shimmering in the desert of my youth. You only can allay the fever of my spirit! On your lips I should drain the fountain of life. On your white breast I shall breathe the perfume of numberless lilies. Therein I shall die a thousand deaths and arise reborn in… Continue reading Blanche Shoemaker Wagstaff

Rate this: