sad poetry

are you alive?
the ships are lying in the bay
there are three ways in which men take
if i were very sure
why are the things that have no death
if the red slayer think he slays
the earth keeps some vibration going
if i had known how narrow a prison is love
a little peach in the orchard grew
are you awake?
i was a goddess ere the marble found me
still thirteen years
and how could you dream of meeting
do you hear the rain?