BLACK CAT POEMS
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The Death of Columbine
White breast beaten in sea waves,
Hair tangled in foam,
Pale and shining clouds:
All this desolate and shining sea is no place for you,
My dead Columbine.
And the waves will bite your breast;
And the wind, that does not know death from life,
Will leap upon you and lear into your eyes
And suck at your dead lips.
Oh, my little Columbine,
You go farther and farther away from me,
Out where there are no ships
And the solemn clouds
Soar across the somber horizon.
poems by Evelyn Scott